i wish we could see people
really see people, in their hearts
i wish we could see the glory there

if only we didn't feel the need to fence, control, manipulate
if only we didn't feel the need to tell people who they should be

maybe then
maybe he wouldn't have traded in true love for a counterfeit, just to prove he wasn't controlled by her worst fear
maybe she wouldn't feel like she had to dance on a stage, lonely and alone in front of all those eyes
maybe he wouldn't have fought so hard to grasp the sand sliding through his fingertips
maybe she would have followed her dreams, rather than just trying to get away

what is it
that makes it so hard to love
to see what's really there, and love it?
why are we so easily put off
by the mess
as if
we are not also
a mess.

why are we so easily offended
when people don't live up to our expectations
is it the reminder
that we don't live up to our own expectations?

why is it so hard to give grace to failure
is it because then we would have to admit our own failure?

why is it so hard to see myself in another
is it because we have no compassion for our self?

i wish we could see people
really see people, in their hearts
i wish we could see the glory there.