little by little
you may begin to assume
you don’t matter anymore
but, you do
every blade of grass
that carried you here
has made the world better
because they brought you near
as the days grow long
and the noise consumes
don’t drown out the truth
what remains most precious is you
take life in
the sparkling bits of hope
they are for you to smile over
to keep with you, to cope
if my hand is before you
it’s because i want it there
every one that knows you
will want to choose to care
you do that
you
you are needed here
les’nspired
