Perspectives

It feels like your life's crashing down all around you Let me ask if it's really so bad Look at the world in it's suffering Can you honestly tell me that know one else could understand All the hurting inside Why can't you see that freedom is sometimes simply another perspective away Who could you be if your lens was changed for a moment, Would you still be the same A young child looks through a great stained glass window Watching the people go by Everyone seems to be wearing a red coat His mother sees jackets in white Now he can't understand why does she see it this way Why can't you see that freedom is sometimes simply another perspective away Who could you be if your lens was changed for a moment, Would you still be the same Yesterday, you really couldn't see By changing your angle a new world would be Revealed to your once blinded eyes by moving a few degrees Why can't you see that freedom is sometimes simply another perspective away Who could you be if your lens was changed for a moment, Would you still be the same