• Some of us are blind to the world around us,

    And yet still others see it with prefection,

    I see life through the eyes of satan,

    Some see life through the wonders of heaven,

    Why must some of us be the walking dead,

    And some of us be walking on water,

    Why do we loose feelings,

    When they can jump back into our lives,

    Why can't some of us feel at all,

    Why must we be numb,

    So many questions that will never be answered,

    Because the happy ones that know don't care,

    Why can some people let go of past,

    When others haunts them for all of life,

    Like a ghost to it's killer,

    No matter what you do it's always there,

    In dreams in nightmares in every day life,

    We are reminded of the hurt that tore our hearts from our chest,

    Why can some of us get help,

    While others are told there is no help for them,

    Why are we told the world still goes around,

    When we swear that ours has stopped moving,

    Why do some believe in love at first site,

    When others feel that love every time they see that person,

    Why can some people just move on,

    When others are frozen in place like a statue to the ground.