I'm laying down
Looking up at the sun through a tree
Thinking about it all and what it means
Behind me through the earth is another girl Who lays down
To look at the sun the same way as me
Perhaps she has different color skin
Different color hair
Different shaped eyes
Different everything
But perhaps she and I think the same thing About why we're here
And why we live
Funny how we'll never meet
But we know the same secret we wish we didn't have to keep
That we are made to love
We are meant to be loved
Both her and me and us.
