Humans are sensitive beings, having the ability to feel every touch of our surrounding's, and in sadness feeling the blood drip from shards of our broken hearts.
The only way you don't feel is if you choose not to...
Sympathy lives in all of us
Perhaps that's why we all fuss
Everyone wants to be heard every now and then
And the world acts like its the ultimate sin!
There must be a reason were born with voices
God knows this place is full of choices
Judgment lies on the faces of people who walk by
Makes me say "oh my my"
We all have the right to be who we want to be
So why is it such a crime to be me?
Seems to me everything is a crime these days
The world should rethink its ways
In the end all we really want is to be loved right?
But I suppose that's just day and night