Soup

SOUP

People are made from clay and pain

People are made from telephones

And they’re made from mistakes, scars and bones

Then there are birthday cakes,

Days spent at home watching TV while it rains

And that time you helped that guy who really wasn’t all that nice

Why can’t people just be nice

Wouldn’t it be great if you could make people be the way you want them to be

Always on your same wave, never late and always friendly

And if you were late, they’d understand, just wait patiently

If you were sick they might bring you some soup

Or they might stay away because they know you’d rather be alone