A modern creation,
A curious place,
It's a land on a screen,
And it's called cyberspace.

There's all sorts of people,
With little cute names.
Like Pookie and Sandman,
And Rosebud and Flames.

Some aren't very nice,
But others are fun.
And some are just wanting,
To talk to someone.

But both good and bad,
They all play a roll.
Still each one unique,
But part of a whole.

We talk and we laugh,
And then wonder why.
We send kisses and hugs,
And sometimes we cry.

We can not be heard,
And we can not be seen.
Yet there we all are,
We appear on your screen.

And it seems like to me,
The most curious part.
Is the power this has,
To open our heart.

To share with a stranger,
Those things we've concealed.
Which to our closest friends,
We would never reveal.

Our most deepest regrets,
And our troubling fears.
The scars in our lives,
Which have brought us to tears.

What gives them the power,
To reach into me,
And show me the truths,
That I never could see?

How do they manage,
To open my eyes?
And make me confess,
Things I now realize.

This must have been planned,
By our God up above.
Cause there's no place on earth,
Where you'll find so much love.