People, people who
need people,
Are the luckiest people
in the world.
We're children, needing
other children,
And yet letting our grown-up
pride,
Hide all the need inside,
Acting more like children
than children.
Lovers, a very special
people,
With one person, one very
special person;
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you are half now you're
whole,
No more hunger or thirst,
But first be a person who
needs people,
People who need people...
Are the luckiest people
in the world...