There are good people out there still,
both in word and in deed,
Drowning in a world of duty and need.
Blazing beacons in the dark of the everyday night,
we crowd ourselves round them for a taste of that light.
Never thinking for a moment of the cost of that heat,
the burden of standing forever strong on their feet.
Always offering a shoulder for others to cry,
others who never hear their exhausted sigh.
Fighting to hold together the mask of their face,
while folding another in a caring embrace.
These everyday heroes, these friends to us all,
they need us to listen as oft as we call.
They too need a candle, they too need a cheer,
someone to lean on when the shadows draw near.
Hold on to your friends, and open your heart,
for even the best of us need help to keep from falling apart.
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