I hear your noise but I just can’t see
I sense your anger, but it wont stay with me
I see your pain, it’s written on your face
It’s all in vain, but not within this quiet place.
I understand you think it’s them, not you
I sense why, to you, that feels, oh so true.
I see the baggage, you never asked, to collect
I feel your sense of hurt, and one, of no respect
I know you think, if only this, or that, or if
I have seen you stand on the edge, of a deathly cliff
I see your tears, and hear your cries for help
I know you have read, the book of life and little self
I see, your growing very tired and weary son
I seen you try to add, to cover, to have some fun
I see you everyday,
I seen you every way.
I seen you in the street.
I see you, yet we never meet.
If all you wish is just to be alive and free.
Then look up, across, in front and you will see
An amazing thing that simple but it’s true
We are all here, and there’s no difference between me or you.
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