The loudest voices are the ones I least want to hear.

It’s the beauty of a quiet truth that’s music to my ears.

Ill thought-out opinions are always on display,

and offers of compassion don’t reach the light of day.

If only we could finally see that we are all the same,

just human beings trying to be better than how we came.

There’s so much love in the world and so much hatred too.

We feel these things yet still believe that somewhere there is truth.

Dreams on scraps of paper and conversations,

it’s simple things and times like these that give me hope again.

If only we could finally see that we are all the same,

just human beings trying to be better than how we came.