We are all at different stages
As we go through different phases
We have all got our own problems
And some day we just might solve them
And you'll never find out, what it's like in their shoes
You will never find out 'til you feel it too
You will never find out why they acted that way
You will never find out 'til you feel the pain
We are all at different stages
And we're stuck on different pages
We have all got different faces
And we live in different places
And you'll never find out, what it's like in their shoes
You will never find out 'til you feel it too
You will never find out why they acted that way
You will never find out 'til you feel the pain
For many years I have grown cynical of life
As I witnessed too much, too much
But with the passing of time I have learned again to love
To love the rocks, and the trees, and the sky above
And the river flowing past the city
The weeds growing between the cobblestones
I'm learning to understand
To understand the little things is to forgive everything
When you begin to understand people, you begin to understand fear
And greed, and lust for power
And ignorance and the pull of he-who-shouts-the-loudest
And then you can start to forgive
Perhaps we're living in a different day
A day I have lived (lived in the past) in the past or will live again in the future
And you'll never find out, what it's like in their shoes
You will never find out 'til you feel it too
You will never find out why they acted that way
You will never find out 'til you feel the pain