The Same Sun

Our lives are passing by and we look down Someone with holes in their shoes and we frown People are so different, city and town Even if you wearing rags or expensive gown All our hearts pump the same red Some of us are lucky to have bread Cold winter nights in a warm bed Others living like, the walking dead Our hearts have gone to stone Every breath we take is on loan Regardless your palace or time-zone Is everyone too afraid of the unknown After all is said and done And caring less for everyone In the long run We are all under the same sun