No, why? br Something deep inside my soul has vanished … br What is it? br Why is it gone? br I see my mother … br My memories tell me she is special br How? br I walk outside. I see a boy. br My memories tell me he is special. br How? br I see a group of friend. br Some are special. br I HATE NOT KNOWING HOW! br This feeling. br It's not there. br It's gone br We are lost. We need it to be free br To win life's game to survive br To survive br I wake up the next morning br I see my mother she is special br because I love her. br Forever always br I see the boy br He is special because I love him br I see my friends. They are special br because we love and care for each other br Love. br It is needed for us all. br Without it we lose, br We lose the meaning of life br Without love we are br zombies; moving, speaking, and seeing br I tell them all I love them br They laugh and hug me but I mean it. br Love is important. br A world without love is a world without life.