Everyone is special and oh so worldly wise. I often stare and wonder in the shadows of their eyes.
Everyone is special except for me and you. But they is them and we are not, we do what we must do.
Everyone is special and though it don’t seem fair. We just thank the heavens we’re allowed to breathe their air.
Everyone is special, I guess until they’re not. We dance the dance and live and love and smile at what we got.