Stages

We are old and in different stages
As we go through different faces
We have all got our own problems

And someday you just might solve them

And you never find out, what it‘s like in their shoes
You will never find out till you feel it too
You will never find out why they acted that way
You will never find out till you feel the pain

We are old and in different stages
And we’re stuck on different pages
We have all got different faces
And we live in different faces

And you never find out, what it‘s like in their shoes
You will never find out till you feel it too
You will never find out why they acted that way
You will never find out till 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
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 thing is to forgive everything
When you begin to understand people, you begin to understand fear
Greed and lust for power
Ignorance and the poor of you who shouts the loudest
And then you can start to forgive
Perhaps we‘re living in a different day
A day I have lived in the past I will live again in the future

And you never find out, what it‘s like in their shoes
You will never find out till you feel it too
You will never find out why they acted that way
You will never find out till you feel the pain