Do we want what others have,
Or do we only want what we need,
Do we take joy in our emotions,
Or just want to watch others bleed,
Do we acknowledge the things we feel,
Or pretend they aren’t there,
And do we hold our happiness,
As a voice we can not hear.
Do we hear unspoken words,
As we lie awake at night,
And do we look at things we find,
With the question are they right,
Do we take a part in life,
Or let it pass right by,
Do we look at our image,
And see love living in the eyes.
Do we speak but not say a thing,
Just wanting to hear our voice,
Or do we speak for everyone,
Even those that have no choice,
Do we know who we might be,
And of others do we even care,
Do we see what’s in our hearts,
Our heart’s voices can we hear.
Do we see both wrong and right,
As a song is continually playing,
And do we ever really feel,
What another’s persons saying,
Do we see our image clearly,
Or see another’s face,
Do we see our path ahead,
Or get stuck in some dark place.
Do we have the ability,
To hold on to things we’ve found,
And do we know that love can grow,
Even though it makes no sound,
Do we see a candle burning,
Since the day that love began,
Or do we push it to the side,
Because we just can’t understand.
D we hide our hearts away,
When we experience any pain,
Do we see the tears we cry,
As just some useless rain,
Do we know that love is real,
Do we allow that love to roam free,
Do we keep love always alive,
I do, but do we.