behind my eyes
and in my boots
i feel the earth below
familiar colors envelope
these trees I've come to know

a man stands in the forest
he is from a stranger land
he wears no boots, but sandals
he knows no earth, but sand

he finds no comfort in these colors
no relief in the sounds
he's from a stranger land
yet his fire abounds

i look away in shame
searching for some grace
i was always taught
not to look upon his face

the face of struggle
of taint and pain
of woeful perplexity

don't look upon the face of other
i was always told
and if you do, beware
you might just see his soul

or much worse yet
lest you forget ...

you might just see yourself