What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see the person I’m trying to be?
Do you see the anger, the angst and the rage?
Or perhaps the compassion, the will to engage.
What do you see when you look out at life?
Do you see the hate, the fury, the strife?
Or do you see love, compassion and joy,
The innocence of children, a girl and a boy?
I look through eyes that are filled with hope,
With trust and belief, I know we can cope.
All it will take is for strangers to be friends,
And that will be the moment animosity ends.