Shoulders to lean on.

There are so many people around me

They chatter and laugh and they play.

And I sit in the middle, feeling such love

On anything but a regular day.

They join me in songs, we all get on the bus

And we make our way, each face happy

To the city, where we all stand together and walk

For a cure to the sickness that plagues me.

But I do not feel sick, nor tired, nor blue

As I look to each friendly face.

They all came to help me, to carry me through,

And already I have won the race.