these people (you people)

i know these people who are living lives, barely remembering to breathe

i know these people who are afraid of the "unknown" and what it holds

i know these people who are the bravest people in the world but are hiding in the shadows

 they don't believe me when i tell them how much they mean to me

 they don't hear me when i tell them of their undervalued value

 they don't see it when i show them how much they are loved

if i could show you,  what you looked like in my minds eye... would you believe what you saw?

if i would draw you a picture... would you see the composition?

if i should explain to you what you needed to hear... would you listen to the music?

you are so important to the world... valued beyond the world's riches
you are so important to the story you are still telling...more value than then every word written
you are so important to the picture you are painting... with the most value of the masters of old ...

stay here and talk to me ... i will write down your story
stay here and show me what you're not afraid of ... i will draw the pictures to illustrate your story
stay here and explain to me the "unknown" so it becomes "known" then we'll know what to search for

i knew these people
i knew these people before they knew me
i knew these people before they knew to look inside themselves

i smile because they found it
i smile because they found it all
i smile because they found it all and what it all meant

i love them i love them i love them