To the people made of glass
and the people made of air,
to the people that we see,
who were never really there.
To every face you've never met
in more than a passing glance.
To every quick hello and excuse me
to every person you've brushed by chance.
To every perpetual passer by
who never had anyone to call true friend
May this be your lullaby,
Even invisible hearts do mend.
