Nobody wants to admit truth
They dodge this old Confession Booth
They say just what we want to hear
Instead of what is true, and dear
The fake facades they cast about
Are nothing more than fear, and doubt
“I wonder if they will judge me”
“What will they say? I disagree”
I do not know why we do this
I do not get why we must miss
Miss the chances to speak true
For we’re the same, both me and you
Don’t you know that I was you?
That you were me?
And we were two?
Don’t you know that all the things
We hate and fight, that all it brings
Are twisted, tattered, torn, and rot
We say we know, but we forgot
Forgot the you, forgot the me
That we are such the same, we’re “we”
How the World Should Work 