There's a land where I go, when I need to share,
That's not on a map, yet exists everywhere;
Lots of names without faces, a curious place,
A virtual creation that's called — cyberspace.
There are all sorts of people with cute little handles,
Like Jasmine and Sandman and Rosebud and Jangles;
Some can be snobs, though most are great fun,
And some of them just want to talk with someone.
Both good and bad, they all play a role,
And each one's unique, but part of the whole
We chat and we laugh and often we sigh,
We flirt and we 'hug' and sometimes we cry.
We can't be heard and we can't be seen,
Still we can 'talk' right there on that screen;
But, all in all, the most curious part
Is the power this has to open our hearts.
We share with a stranger stuff we've concealed
From our closest of friends — things we never reveal!
Our deepest regrets and most troubling fears,
The scars in our life which bring us to tears.
What gives them the power to reach into me
And show me the truths that I never see?
How do they manage to open my eyes
And make me confess the pain and the lies?
This must have been planned by Spirit above,
Few places on earth can bring so much love;
When I need some direction I know I can find
Those angels from heaven just waiting online.