There are people
There
are people on the streets.
There
is someone in there care.
Some
people will never forget that you weren't there,
But
will never remember when you are.
There
are people that will crawl in the dirt.
Some
people will fly high in the sky.
There
are people that will give everything they've got.
I've
seen people that don't even try.
There
are people in front of me.
I
see people coming up from the back.
Some
people can say things without speaking,
And
others are just yak, yak, yak.
There
are people with hair that's long and flows.
I
know some people with no hair and their heads shaved clean.
Some
people will live their dreams to the fullest,
And
others will only dream.
There
are people that will always float,
And
others that will always sink.
Some
people will always smell good,
And
some that will always stink.
There
are people on the outside waiting to get in.
Some
are on the inside, and that's where they've always been.
There
are people locked up on the inside that want to be free.
Some
are on the outside that shouldn't be around you and me.
There
are people standing on my left,
Some
are standing on my right.
There
are people that want to give you lovin',
And
some people just want to fight.
There
are people that live in the dark.
Some
people hide in the shadows of the light.
There
are people that want to steal your soul,
And
some just want to hold you tight.
Some
people are hanging high, while some are lying low.
Some
people want to tell you where you should go.
There
are people on top; there are people right below,
And
they're all feeling down and moving slow.
There
are people that are cold.
I've
seen people that were hot.
If
you put them all together,
They
all want what you've got.
I've
seen people that are dry.
I've
seen people that are wet.
I've
seen people that will remember,
And
I've seen people that will forget.
There
are people down below.
There
are people up above.
There
are people that I just can't stand,
And
some that I will always love.
Stanley Hendrix
6/16/2020
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