Those who care most,
are those who're least close .
Some beg to differ,
but this is what I infer.
You be gone a day,
the rest go on and play.
But that one sitting there,
is the only one who'll care.
Abide by all the rules he may,
And all the bullies he'll pay,
He still has that one lil' heart,
That from the rest, he's brought apart.
I used to think he was weak,
But he was just being meek.
Giving in to others was a pleasure,
More joy, really, to share with others his treasure.
He never spoke a word ,
And was always left out in the dirt.
Behind that brown mud, however,
There lives a smile forever.

Now who is this hidden angel, you ask ?
Find out yourself. Make it a task.
Beneath every crowd there'll be,
A person trying to break free.
It just takes that one chance,
for you to reach out and break this trance.
You'll know how much it means to them,
Just reach out that helping hand.
Be that person who cares most,
Even if you're not close.