It feels like your life's crashing

Down all around you

Let me ask if it's really so bad

Look at the world in its suffering

Can you honestly tell me

That no one else could understand

All of the hurting inside?

Why can't you see that freedom

Is sometimes simply another perspective away?

Who could you be if your lens was changed for a moment?

Would you still be the same?

A young child looks through a great stained-glass window

Watching the people go by

Everyone seems to be wearing a red coat

His mother sees jackets in white

Now he can't understand why does she see it this way

Yesterday, you really couldn't see

By changing your angle a new world would be

Revealed to your once-blinded eyes by moving a few degrees