People
by Barbra Streisand
People,
People who need people,
Are the luckiest people in the world
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting a grownup pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children
Lovers are very special people
They're the luckiest people in the world
With one person one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
People,
People who need people,
Are the luckiest people in the world
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting a grownup pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children
Lovers are very special people
They're the luckiest people in the world
With one person one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
People who needs people are the luckiest people in the world, but does anyone need you? I guess that is that most important question in some people's lives. For example me. I got a feeling something has changed, someone or something does not need me anymore, or worse, does not want me anymore. I hate to be a ragdoll, but once again, if anyone chooses to discard me or abandon me, there is nothing that I am able to say. Yet this would also mean that I am given a choice once again, to choose to be near or never.
PS: This post is not for anyone in particular, stop guessing.