Perspective

Craig Bradley

My sun it shines on concrete, asphalt, steel, and bars
Your sun it shines on grass, flowers, houses, and cars.
Is it the same sun I see rise everyday?
Or is your sun quite different in its own way?

Your stars they shine on parks, forests, and the church spire
My stars they shine on walls, fences, and barbed wire.

Your stars they shine in the sky at night
Are they any different from the stars in my sight?
When you look up and you see that your sky is blue,
Could it be that it’s the same blue that I’m seeing too?

Or is it quite different in the way that we see
With me being here, and you being free.

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