What do you see when you look in my eyes?
Is it really me or could it be a disguise?
How could you know that your judgments are true?
Judgments of life, of me, and of you...

What makes you think that we all live the same
Without unique experience, perception, or name?
What gives you right to judge a man's life
When it is so full of love, of hate, and of strife?

Can you not see that what makes one themself
Can't simply be boxed up and put on a shelf?
It takes more than material possessions and things
To make up a life that is worthy for kings.

So open your eyes and see what is there;
Open your eyes to show you still care.
If you do not, you risk going blind
Searching for something you may never find.