Reaching for the sun,
Perfectly made and admired,
It is a piece of art,
It is highly desired.

I wonder how a rose,
Being so beautiful,
Could ever feel worthless,
When it is such a jewel.

I wonder how a rose,
Could ever feel hurt,
I only see perfection,
It sees thorns, rain and dirt.

How can the rose not see,
Thorns, rain and dirt are planned,
Not to punish, but to help it,
Be the best it can?

Sidewalks packed with people,
looking toward the ground,
it's either negativitity,
or heads weighing fifty pounds.

Maybe they look down so rain,
will not get in their eyes,
or maybe they're upset the sky,
isn't always as colorful as sunrise.

It's easy to miss what isn't seen,
but they'll probably find whatever they lose,
they're missing almost all the beauty,
but at least they have nice shoes.

Instead of always looking down,
why don't they take a look around?
They'd find interest in beautiful things,
instead of perfectly tied shoe strings.

A man stands on the side of the road,
a cardboard sign, alone.
A woman starves to feed her son,
who's there to help? No one.

A broken world so full of pain,
you close your windows and the shades,
so you don't see, but you hope for
someone to find them all before,
it is too late to save their lives.
With some help, they can survive.

But why not now? What's stopping you?
'Cause if you don't, who's going to?

A man stands on the side of the road,
you gave some change, but he's still alone.
A woman starves to feed her son,
you gave her food, but only once.

A broken world so full of pain,
you close your windows, and the shades.
Sometimes you peek, and hope that more,
people help them all before,
it is too late to save their lives.
Just like you did, so they'll survive.

Why not give more? What's stopping you?
'Cause if you don't, who's going to?

A man stands, no longer alone,
money in his wallet, he's home.
A woman's fed, so is her boy,
three meals each day, she's now employed.

A broken world so full of pain,
you open your windows and the shades,
so you can see, and now you are
the one that helped them all before,
it was too late to save their lives.
Because of you, they will survive.

Reach out to more, what's stopping you?
'Cause if you don't, who's going to?

You are always in a rush,
So much to do, no time to waste,
You won't slow down and relax,
You're living in the left hand lane.

You finished off your to-do list,
You only hear the clock's ticking,
So you make another one,
No time to see what you are missing.

Living in the left hand lane,
You miss the calmness of the sea,
You don't know when the flowers bloom,
No time to feel the gentle breeze.

Living in the left hand lane,
Can't see clouds float across the sky,
You miss the beauty of fall leaves,
And the power of looking in peoples eyes.

Living in the left hand lane,
And asking how time's flying by.
Did you forget it's up to you?
Just slow down and move to the right.

If I close my eyes,
limits fade away,
what I want to do,
I will do today.

If I close my eyes,
winter grass is green,
I can create,
a brand new scene.

If I close my eyes,
all will be okay,
I'll turn dead flowers,
into a pretty bouquet.

If I close my eyes,
I can fly today,
when I hear the tunes,
I'll let my body sway.

If I close my eyes,
this will be my day,
'cause when I close my eyes,
I can see the way.