How strange that we should feel fear
When we are so similar to one another
Do you not hear my words, friend?
Do you not see my eyes?
Can you not feel my skin, friend?
Can you not hear my cries?
How strange that you should choose to ignore what is there
How strange indeed, brother.
Why must you focus on color?
Why must you focus on sound?
When will you realize, my friend,
that these spools of hate must be unwound?
For now, I will retreat to a safe place,
until we may one day understand the other
But I feel that day may be far off,
it may be long away yet,
and the secrets I've withheld so far...
well, I'll tell you when we understand the other.
I hope it's not as far off as I believe it to be
I hope I don't forget.
