I was alone, in my own world.
I took the bus way home.
I sat next to the mirror
Just to see the rain falling.
I turned my head to look ahead,
The bus driver was sick,
He looked so tired, so unpleased.
I saw the people standing by my side.
They looked so worried, so preoccupied.
I listened to the laugh of a Lady at my back,
Mixed up with the tears of that baby, on my right.
I saw a teenager sitting on the other side.
Pretty girl, she seemed so happy with her ipod and cigarette.
And just next to her, there was a man.
So tired, so sleepy. He seemed so poor and so sad.
And a woman has just arrived,
She crossed singing the entire path.
She seemed so happy, so right.
And I turned back; I could see an old woman crying.
Tears came out of her eyes, like the rain outside.
I looked outside my window,
I saw so many kids having fun at the yard.
But when I looked to the other side,
There was a little man asking for some cents,
He didn’t have something to eat, he was homeless.
And then I asked to myself,
How can things contrast that much?
How can we feel everything is wrong
And we don’t do anything to change it at all
How can we see across a window
And pretend nothing is going on.
How can we live with homeless people
And pretend they have everything they want.
How can we see the tears in people’s eyes
And feel they just had a bad day.
How can we have too many wishes
When there are people who cannot even believe in them
How can we just talk junk about insecurity
And then say we don’t care about the government
HOW CAN WE FEEL EVERYTHING’S ALL RIGHT
WHEN BLIND PEOPLE CAN SEE MORE THAN US?