It feels like your life's crashing
Down all around you
Let me ask if it's really so bad
Look at the world in it's suffering
can you honestly tell me
That no one else could understand
All of the hurting inside?
Why can't you see that freedom
Is sometimes simply another perspective away?
Who could you be if your lens was changed for a moment?
Would you still be the same?
A young child looks through a great stained-glass window
Watching the people go by
Everyone seems to be wearing a red coat
His mother sees jackets in white
Now he can't understand why does she see it this way
Yesterday, you really couldn't see
By changing your angle a new world would be
Revealed to your once-blinded eyes by moving a few degrees
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