• When you look upon my face
    What do you find?
    Do you see who I am?
    Or what has been painted

    Do eyes of contempt?
    Brandish their swords
    Or simply look on
    Leave the fight for the small

    Are dreams cast away?
    No hope for tomorrow
    While puppets of masters
    Continue the play

    What is the difference?
    In the stars of the sky
    Do they use the darkness?
    To make themselves shine?

    Where is the sanity?
    Among killers and thieves
    Stealing the glories
    From the weak and unarmed

    Must always the kind
    The truest hearted
    Be stripped of the goodness
    They so freely gave

    Why won’t they hear me?
    Pleading my case
    Most choose not to see me
    Though I stand before all