If nobody smiled and nobody cared
and nobody helped us along.
If every moment looked after itself and
good things always went to the strong;
If nobody cared just a little about you
and nobody cared about me,
and we stood alone, in the battle of life,
what a dreary old world this would be
Live is sweet, just because of the friends we have made
and the things which in common we share,
We want to live on, not because of ourselves
but becuase 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, whe you’ve summed it all up
is found in the making of friends
– B.J. Morbitzer
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