So many chances to make things right and forgive and forget and apologize
So many times we hold up these walls, and fight off the truth to feed our egos
So many lives we could touch or lives we could save
So many times we turn our backs and walk away

As equals, our race fights to survive, to sustain, to remain on this earth, yet we pretend we're the enemy and destroy and divide.

How many times have we passed by someone in need or forgotten the fact that we've all been deceived?

This place is a prison, growing in inmates, as we seek to indulge ourselves and consume everything around us.

Just once, I want to stop and think nothing, while I feel everything around us connected in the deepest levels, so delicate and silent.