From a kid on the corner with nothing to eat,
To a man left with only the shoes on his feet.
A family neglected, left on the street, it’s what I’ve seen.
From my first cup of coffee, the posts that I read,
The everyday people: the news that I see.
It fuels my desire; reach out meet a need, that’s what I see.
It’s a wide open world through another one’s eyes.
It’s the everyday people, the stories that they bring to life.
What would I see if I looked through their eyes?
Would I see tomorrow, a hope for another sunrise?
What would I see in the stories of their lives?
Would I laugh or break down and cry
If I saw through their eyes? What would I see?
The whole world is changing around you and me.
There’s so much to learn, there’s so much left to see.
If we could change faces, trade places, what would I see?
When you see me, I wonder what judgments you make,
From your side of the street how do you see my face?
Am I good, am I bad, could you be who I am? What would you see?
It’s a whole ‘nother world when you see through my eyes.
It’s a brand new beginning, and you bring my story to life.
When different is all we see causes can seem justified.
Everything changes when we see through each other’s eyes.