It’s just what we fail to see,
As we live our lives like slaves of greed,
Why do we often only crave to be ,
That person we aren’t meant to be.
While you walk down that lane,
And you feel everything’s just the same;
Wait for a while, watch intently,
Have you really been here recently?
Remember that girl who cries all night long?
She’s watching you now as she passes along,
As you walk by cursing life in your head,
In you, she searches for her older brother long dead.
Do you see that old house by the end of the road?
It secretly treasures so many stories untold,
Remember the family that lived there?
You’ll never know, for you never really cared.
Every time you feel miserable and lonely,
Losing faith in the world’s sanity,
Forget not, as life gets hard,
Even the tiniest spark, shines bright in the dark.
This is the same lane you live in, Everyone’s in the same boat you’re in,
All that’s needed is a little spark inside you,
To ignite the other souls dying around you.
That poor man begging by the street,
Never asked for a life like this,
Yet he gets so overwhelmed,
For the kids wouldn’t sleep hungry by the day’s end.
And you walk by him barely even noticing,
The struggles of life everybody’s in,
You’re only taking, never giving,’
Oh look, what a shame you put mankind in!
Only if you make an effort you’ll know,
Your life is just like little flakes of snow,
‘Cause the beauty of life, lies in the fall,
And not just in fight against the storm.