Have you ever noticed,

those people walking by?

The special kinds of people,

The ones that never cry.


They can be quite invisible,

To those who see them every day,

They hide so well among us,

With never much to say.


If they want, they can control us,

We would never know.

Their power is overwhelming,

but most they never show.


These people can't feel anything,

No warmth, hunger, or pain.

They will always help us,

Try and free their shame.


And if you happen to know them,

they're either friend or foe,

but be forever on your guard,

for they can change their role.


If you haven't met them,

Do you know them now?


I'm sure you've at least noticed them,

as they were walking by.

They're those special kinds of people,

and they never seem to cry.

They know about it all,

and they know just why it's there.

They may even be the cause of it,

those situations handled with care.


It seems they see all evil,

From a different side,

Somehow they see the good in it,

Before it steals inside.


By now I'm sure you've noticed us.

For we are always walking by.

We're not like ordinary people,

And some of us can fly.


We would rather see the world and life,

from some different angles.

Maybe you should look for us,

We are the every day angels.