Days pass by, untouched

Nights go on

Life unwraps its true treasures

Setting aside people differences

With rage and hurt we cry out

We are the same

Why do we have to act different?

It could always be like this.

Perfect if we just realize

We would never have to wonder,

Why we are different

The world would never be vivid,

If we are acted the same,

Looked the same,

So why do we complain?