and nobody cared
and nobody helped us along.
If every moment
looked after itself and
good things always
went to the strong;
If nobody thought
just a little about you
and nobody cared about me,
and we stood all alone,
in the battle of life,
What a dreary old world
this would be.
Life is sweet, just because,
of friends we have made and
the things which in common we share.
We want to live on,
not because of ourselves,
but because of the people who care.
It is doing and giving
for somebody else
on which all of life's splendor depends.
The joy of this world,
when you've summed it all up
is found in the making of friends.
~ Author Unknown ~
