How is it possible in such a crowd
To feel so alone and apart?

Why do the smiles and hugs fail
To touch a lonely heart?

What is it we lack that we fail
To soothe another’s pain?

Where can we find one true friend
To stand by us to the end?

When will each heart yield up fear
To be that genuine friend?

Who will be the first brave soul
To set such a rare trend?

By Scarlett Stough
November, 1994

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