She wants to go,
    go so far away
Everyday she thinks of a place
    Where all is new, and everyone is good
Where people don’t harass,
    Or judge.

People don’t see what really goes on,
    In the lives of those they see.
People hurt, and
    People cry…why?

Because people aren’t good,
People don’t care,
People live for themselves.
And no one else.

If only people could see the real,
    The honest,
The beautiful soul.

Maybe one day she’ll see,
There are people who care,

People like me.

Here and there,
    If you look closely you’ll see,
People care,
    For how she feels,
For how she seems.

Because she is good,
    She is kind,
She lives life,
    The way it’s meant to be.

If only she saw,
    How I see,

Her.