We are all at different stages

As we go through different phases

We have all got our own problems

And some day we just might solve them

And you'll never find out, what it's like in their shoes

You will never find out 'til you feel it too

You will never find out why they acted that way

You will never find out 'til you feel the pain

We are all at different stages

And we're stuck on different pages

We have all got different faces

And we live in different places

And you'll never find out, what it's like in their shoes

You will never find out 'til you feel it too

You will never find out why they acted that way

You will never find out 'til you feel the pain

For many years I have grown cynical of life

As I witnessed too much, too much

But with the passing of time I have learned again to love

To love the rocks, and the trees, and the sky above

And the river flowing past the city

The weeds growing between the cobblestones

I'm learning to understand

To understand the little things is to forgive everything

When you begin to understand people, you begin to understand fear

And greed, and lust for power

And ignorance and the pull of he-who-shouts-the-loudest

And then you can start to forgive

Perhaps we're living in a different day

A day I have lived (lived in the past) in the past or will live again in the future

And you'll never find out, what it's like in their shoes

You will never find out 'til you feel it too

You will never find out why they acted that way

You will never find out 'til you feel the pain