When the day comes, and the heart inside my chest slows it pace, when there Is no more time to waste, I will die, just like you, and you just like I
When I transcend to the heavens above or the depths far beneath, I will no longer question the validity of the feat, for I rest amongst my fellow sinners and saints.
When I settle in to this timeless life and grip deep the truth, you are just like me, me just like you.
Then I will grasp the question of time, that while we are living we are all of the same kind.
Though skin of different shades, the flesh still remains, a like as it has since we first uttered our name.
What a tragedy we have believed our very own senses, for while we think with our minds they yet remain senseless.
Our eyes they deceived us, in believing its true, now I truly can see, you are I and I am you.
From the first moments of light, to the last moments of breath I realize we are no different, than that of the rest.
So live with the ideal that we are all much alike, for when we die it makes not a difference, nor black or nor white.