If the white rose. Could only see,through the eyes of the black rose. If the black rose. Could only see through the eyes of the red rose. If the red rose. Could only see through the eyes of the yellow rose. And if the yellow rose. Could only see through the eyes of the white rose. If only to walk a mile. In the shoes of your brothers and sisters. Would this not lead to understanding. In a world that sometimes seems so insane. It's hard to find tears of joyful laughter. As inhumanities grow within realities insanity. And therefore all is lost within your focus. When you see the thorns,but fail to see the roses. This world that we reside upon. Is becoming an unleashed inferno. No more sweet dreams for to unfold. Of a world to call our paradise. It's forever slipping slowly slipping. Into a world of pure mad ravings. It's a shame the things we sometimes do. Prejudice unfolding, is a crime against mankind.