The realization that
Each wandering passerby is living a life
Is living a life as complex as my own
Populated by their own conflicts
Their dreams and doubts and pain and ambitions
Stories that have yet to be told
Fascinating
How we can all seem separated
Though in truth we are connected
We are one
And as I weave through the crowds
I glimpse a stranger glance my way
And a thousand elaborate stories flash through my eyes
Where do we even begin?
I just felt a fire within
Open up your eyes and see
You and I are free to be
Now you see, my friends
We are one and yet our own
Though we shall fade
We shall have shone
Like the leaves that fall
We shall rise through it all
The wind of chance blows us to unknown lands
But it's there that we'll see
So take my hand
Go on, take my heart
And if you will, take my sorrow too
Hold it, hold it to the light
And know that hope is cased in a mustard seed
It's a power we have yet to perceive