Not everyone is Evil, Not everyone wants to hurt you ...
Yes, you have every reason to guard up against the world,
But with those boots, how will you sense the comfort of earth?
And with that armor, How will they know.. what you are made of ?
Not every arm which stretches your way wants to take from you,
Yes, your nightmares and trauma have taught you to not trust,
But then, with those robots,
how will you experience beauty of creativity?
And with those closed eyes, do we stare at our own inner darkness?
Not every poem can make you ponder,
Not every voice can reverb within you,
Yes, your gut tells you to flee, to slay that imminent threat,
But then, with those withdrawn fingers, How will you type the truth?
And with those chained emotions,
How will be remember to known and to known?
Not every mistake is intentional,
Not every action a choice of black and white,
Yes, it is easier to not see their scars and see ours as bigger than theirs,
How will we know if we were never hungry, scared or imprisoned?
And then with them frowns of disgust,
How do we show them a smile of Compassion?
But know this,
You cannot truly Listen without feeling for what you listen to,
They may trick us with their falsehood, or feed of our emotions,
But then, should we term everything as victory and failure, just think this ...
Open your Eyes, Let anything come in,
You decide what to keep within you.