Walking along life’s empty road;

A lonesome figure

Sometimes in pain, sometimes full of happiness.

Sometimes crying and sometimes laughing;

A nobody without a face.


Then You came from behind

Putting your arms around him with the words:

“I love you”

You understood his pain,

His happiness, his tears, his laughter.

You filled his happiness.

You gave him a face.

You made him somebody; because,


Because You loved him.