Up out of the gloom we sometimes rise Surrounded by gloom we sometimes stay Each of us clawing away in our tombs At the walls we have built 'round our hearts on display For things never seem to go quite the same way As we so would have had it in our way alone And the realization doth seldom occur That with too many standards now written in stone How could we expect others to share our reactions When often it's so hard controlling our own The advice that we give never failing to fail us The fruit fallen far from the seeds we have sown We can't expect others to treat us respectfully If not the same respect we've ourselves shown Or do unto others a harm or an action We wouldn't want done to ourselves, nor condone We each should treat others as we'd so be treated Forgiving as we would have others forgive Honoring truth as we honor each other In word and in action, in take and in give Know that we all are exactly the same In different ways and to different extremes We all feel the same, just to different depths We all have our different versions of dreams In so many ways, if not so many words For different reasons, despite circumstance Whether shrouded in silence or screamed in frustration We feel the same pain, whether dulled or enhanced And to some, our words may not fulfill the description While to others, our words can be so exact For each of us show every joy and each sadness With different emotions and different acts Some contain them so well behind veils of fake smiles Some show them so boldly in voice and in song Some drown in them, so isolated from reason Some mirror what they wish they'd been for so long So many more ways with which we all express How we feel, how we think, how we rise, how we fall We are different forms sharing life individually We are one in the same, we are one, we are all