They are too busy looking at our body that they don't notice we are breathing.
They are too busy defining who we are that they don't see we are made of the same blood.
Forget them if they can't see our souls dancing like the wind.
To be human you need to be like them!? They say.
Forget their words that speak lies.
They are too busy living our lives, that they don't see their dead hearts rise above.
Why won't they open their eyes and see the
imperfect world that traps their souls?