Everyone's Special

Everyone’s special to someone.

It’s always been true, can’t you see?

Everyone’s special to someone,

But you are most special to me.

The wealthiest king in the kingdom,

Or the tiniest fish in the sea,

The loneliest camel in Egypt,

Or the chirpiest bird in the tree,

The quietest girl on the playground,

Or the slurpiest man drinking tea,

Yes everyone’s special to someone,

But you are most special to me.

It might be the smile that you’re wearing,

That twinkle that fills me with glee.

It might be the shape of your elbow,

Or maybe the bend of your knee.

It could be your toes or your earlobes,

It could be your nose that’s the key.

Perhaps it’s the way that your laughter

Sets all of my own laughter free.

I might never truly explain it,

Yet still I can’t help but agree,

That everyone’s special to someone,

But you are most special to me.

Yes everyone’s special to someone,

But you are most precious to me.