Surrounded By Friends

 

He was an odd man in the eyes of many

But he didn't give that a thought

He was surrounded by friends, each different

All of his friends were O so different than him

And he loved and accepted each of them

The odd man celebrated those differences

In his eyes each of his friends were treasures

He saw every bit of good in them 

He saw who they were with the eyes of his heart

His friends were, you see, a circle of love

His wonderful circle of friends  was like a garden

His circle of friends, a variety of flowers

His circle of friends was a beautiful bouquet

None of them afraid of hugs, and the word love

But the truth is many saw him as odd

They were suspicious when they saw the hugs

They couldn't bare to hear the word "Love"

They heard the word love  again and again

But the odd man and his friends were smiling

Each of their hearts beat happily 

And of course they danced the dance of life

All of them were free to be who they are