We all have eyes and ears to hear,
we all have truths that we hold dear,
we listen closely to the words of friends,
we choose to hear, it all depends.
We all have ears and eyes to see,
we all choose what we pretend to be,
we fill our hearts with promises made,
we perceive upon, beds we have made.
We set in stone what we become,
we wonder as we live alone,
we fight this life of circumstance,
we never get the chance to dance.
Copyright © Stephen Allen