If We Were Them
Rise
and walk, crawl or creep, or we can run,
jump
and twerk, and dance or play as long as we can.
That’s
life we know, we move under the sun,
but
think how’s life to a man all left being numb.
Hear
the birds sing and all the sounds on earth.
The
songs we like and all the voices we can hear.
We
grow with music to our death from birth,
but
think how’s life to a man who can never hear.
We
speak words so we can be understood;
we
sing, we talk, we scream and shout, we say, we could.
That’s
life we know, it makes us all feel good,
but
how is life if we got mouth only for chewing food.
Look
around and paint all colors you can find;
the
scenes, the shapes, all places, our looks – all defined.
That is our life; we create pictures in our
mind,
but
how’s life to a man who sees none of all kind.
Walk
with a lame and feel how hard it is for him.
Talk
to a deaf; hear how he struggles to listen.
Chat
with a mute; tell how he tries to say your name.
Stare
at a blind, ask him how bright differs from dim.
We
say we hate life and thought we’re in vain.
We’re
lucky we live a life of joy and not pain.
Think
how’s life for them who thought to stop dreamin’
just
think how would our lives be if we were them.
