In the world,we meet people
In the end, we don't care
We only care about who we are
We look at ourselves
We look at them
We think we're better
We think we're the best
But look at the poor guy sitting there
He is there looking at a picture
A picture you ought to see
It's a picture
It's a story
It was a story
Of the world when
the world was at peace
It was a picture of a dry,hot,desert
Maybe that's what we don't see
How people can be like me
But I am me
But who are you
I don't see the real you
I only see the person I don't know
Maybe it's time for us to let go
Let the world decide for itself
