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SMILE, BE HAPPY, FEEL NOT HOW I FEEL,

ITS NOT IN MY HEAD, ITS VERY REAL.

DEPENDANT ON THOUGHTS, THAT FILL THE MIND,

REALITY IS SO HARD TO FIND.

BUT WHAT IS REAL IN THIS LIFE OF OURS,

NO BED OF ROSES OR BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS.

WHAT WE SEE MAY NOT BE THE SAME,

WHO BUT WHO OF US ARE SANE.

WHEN WE LOOK IN THE AIR AS CLOUDS GO BY,

IS BLUE REALLY, THE COLOUR OF SKY.

THE QUESTION IS, OF THE SPECTRUM WE SEE,

REALLY THE SAME, TO YOU AND ME.

NOT ONLY OUR OUTLOOK, CAN DIFFER IN THOUGHT,

BUT ALSO THE WAY WE LEARN WHEN WE’RE TAUGHT.

WHEN YOU HEAR THE WORDS, SPOKEN FROM LIPS,

JUST A RUSH OF AIR, ONE OF NATURES TRICKS.

YOU ASSUME CAUSE WE ALL, ARE BORN THE SAME WAY,

ALL WE SEE, IS THE SAME, DAY BY DAY.

BUT I SEE THINGS DIFFERENT, NOT HUMAN LIES,

I DON’T SEE FROM THE HEART, ONLY THE EYES.

REALITY IS GLAZED, FROM THE TRUTH WE SEEK.

OUR CONDITION GETS WORSE, ITS NOT FOR THE WEAK.

IF YOU SAW WHAT I’VE SEEN IN MY QUEST TO SURVIVE,

YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE ALIVE.

HAVE YOU EVER STARED IN THE EYES OF THE DEAD,

TO FEEL WHAT THEY FEEL, AS THOUGHTS LEAVE THEIR HEAD.

WORDS ARE INADEQUATE, TO DESCRIBE WHAT I SAW,

AS ON THE BRINK OF DEATHS FINAL DOOR.

AS THAT HOLD ON LIFE SLIPS FROM THEIR GRASP,

THAT FINAL BREATH OF AIR THEY GASP.

AND THEN NO MORE OF WHAT LIFE WE KNOW,

MOVE ON TO WHERE THE DEAD MUST GO.