The Other Side
A circle has more than one sides,
And a story has many meanings.
You and I are totally different;
Until we die then we rest the same.
Who am I to say you're wrong?
When we're right in our own ways.
The grass is greener on the other side;
But which side do you stand and gaze.
You're on the outside looking in...
So you'll never see what I can.
I see someone crying for love...
You just see an ordinary man.
I see the light in the darkest night.
In a room of outrage I heard you sigh.
Rivers of tears flowing from your eyes,
To wash away the pain you feel inside.
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