As I look into the eyes of those in need
Not able to express themselves    Though    hearing everything
Looking on the outside of those in despair
Rejected by families    Uncompromising cares
I    being a witness of sound mind, body and soul
I offer my humble assistance   my compassion    my love
I look into their questioning eyes    trying to communicate
This world classifies them as abnormal    but to what extent do we really relate?
They are human    real feelings    breathing the air of life    Trying so hard to make it right
As I watch them adherently    I go home with thoughts to think about
Who are we to decide    just    who fits in    and    who does not?