The Same

Can you see
The blood in my eyes
Or do we all look the same
When we all look the other way
Can you hear
My pained cries
Or do we all sound the same
When you've turned your back away

Can you taste
All the lies
Or does it all taste the same
When you're the one who has to pay
Can you smell
The death in the skies
Or does it all smell the same
When you're going to die anyway

Can you feel
Their demise
Or does it all feel the same
When you're not okay
Can you think
Anything wise
Or is it all the same
When you've been a puppet all your day

You are alive
So won't you realize
That you don't have to be the same
When they aren't you can still be okay

Don't advert your eyes
Don't ignore their cries
Don't accept the lies
Look to the skies
And mourn their demise
Try to be wise
And help them realize
That they, too, can take the prize