From tinted shades
Through blinding rays 
We are all the same

The thrusting invader
or the moaning wells
Are you the seed?
I am the egg
We both wombed
In fact, we are the same.

The black of my face, 
The white of yours, 
Your yellow soul
Colour is such a feeble seperator
We are all the same, like perfect rounds and perfected squares with 
little dents to define us
But we are all the same.

Your tears are salt 
My words sugar 
You laugh, you cry and you forget
But yet you differentiate

Your essence is yet the same,
Whether you fly in your jets
Or push along your carts
He sells bananas on a sunny day
I am bananas for you
I scream, you shout

Listen close we are all yelling our souls out