Up out of the gloom we sometimes rise
Surrounded by gloom we sometimes stay
Each of us clawing away in our tombs
At the walls we have built 'round our hearts on display
For things never seem to go quite the same way
As we so would have had it in our way alone
And the realization doth seldom occur
That with too many standards now written in stone
How could we expect others to share our reactions
When often it's so hard controlling our own
The advice that we give never failing to fail us
The fruit fallen far from the seeds we have sown
We can't expect others to treat us respectfully
If not the same respect we've ourselves shown
Or do unto others a harm or an action
We wouldn't want done to ourselves, nor condone
We each should treat others as we'd so be treated
Forgiving as we would have others forgive
Honoring truth as we honor each other
In word and in action, in take and in give
Know that we all are exactly the same
In different ways and to different extremes
We all feel the same, just to different depths
We all have our different versions of dreams
In so many ways, if not so many words
For different reasons, despite circumstance
Whether shrouded in silence or screamed in frustration
We feel the same pain, whether dulled or enhanced
And to some, our words may not fulfill the description
While to others, our words can be so exact
For each of us show every joy and each sadness
With different emotions and different acts
Some contain them so well behind veils of fake smiles
Some show them so boldly in voice and in song
Some drown in them, so isolated from reason
Some mirror what they wish they'd been for so long
So many more ways with which we all express
How we feel, how we think, how we rise, how we fall
We are different forms sharing life individually
We are one in the same, we are one, we are all