Perspectives

It feels like your life's crashing down all around you

Let me ask if it's really so bad

Look at the world in it's suffering

Can you honestly tell me that know one else could understand

All the hurting inside

Why can't you see that freedom is sometimes simply another perspective away

Who could you be if your lens was changed for a moment,

Would you still be the same

A young child looks through a great stained glass window

Watching the people go by

Everyone seems to be wearing a red coat

His mother sees jackets in white

Now he can't understand why does she see it this way

Why can't you see that freedom is sometimes simply another perspective away

Who could you be if your lens was changed for a moment,

Would you still be the same

Yesterday, you really couldn't see

By changing your angle a new world would be

Revealed to your once blinded eyes by moving a few degrees

Why can't you see that freedom is sometimes simply another perspective away

Who could you be if your lens was changed for a moment,

Would you still be the same