It's hard to see the light within with darkness all around,
impossible for peace to reign when war is all we've known,
no way to change our future when we're still stuck in the past,
so difficult to be more than the soil from which you've grown.

It's hard to see through others eyes when blinded by your own,
Impossible for hands to meet when words of hate abound,
no way to change who you will be when lost in who you are,
so difficult to save this world when hope cannot be found.

It's hard to seek the higher path when fighting from a trench,
impossible to be yourself when dogma guides your soul,
no way to change the world if all you have is not your own,
so difficult to take a stand when you have no control.

It's hard to seek another way though few will ever try,
Impossible to be one race when colour isn't blind,
no way to change religion with our egos still intact,
too difficult to challenge lies with truth none want to find.