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SMILE, BE HAPPY, FEEL NOT HOW I FEEL,

IT’S NOT IN MY HEAD, IT’S 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, ARE THE COLOURS WE SEE,

REALLY THE SAME, TO YOU AND ME.

NOT ONLY OUR OUT-LOOK, MAY 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, IT’S NOT FOR THE WEAK.

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

YOU’D REALLY KNOW, WHAT ITS LIKE, ALIVE.

HAVE YOU EVER STARED IN THE EYES OF THE DEAD,

TO FEEL WHAT THEY FEEL, AS THOUGHT LEAVES THEIR HEAD.

WORDS ARE INADEQUATE, TO DESCRIBE, WHAT I SAW,

AS ON THE BRINK OF DEATHS FINAL DOOR.

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.

SO IF AT LIFE YOU LOOK THIS WAY,

IT ISN’T AS BAD, AS WHAT THEY SAY.