It doesn't matter who I am

Tell me, who has the right to care
about another human being,
if not the ones who are aware
of all the troubles they are seeing.

For if it ever comes to pass,
that you tell your troubles unto me,
I may wish to help you out,
regardless of whom I may be.

Though I may never be your lover,
father, mother, or closest friend,
my own heart is the part of me
on which I have come to depend.

So when I make a promise that
I'll help you out however I can,
it may mean that I think you're so special
it doesn't matter who I am.

- Jonathan Dickau
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