Why is it that people can be so prejudiced against others,
But never against themselves?
You would think that people would learn some kind of tolerance,
Considering we live in a city where everyone's welcome…
At least, welcome to the people who don't care one way or another,
Because there's no reason to care,
Unless people are out there breaking the law.
And that's what the cops are for, anyway.
Besides, what right do people have to pass judgment on each other,
Given the fact that everyone is different, and everyone knows it?
What sense does that make?
And why does it always seem that the innocent ones get caught in the crossfire,
Right where they shouldn't be?
Maybe it's because the world doesn't really care, but they pretend to.
And why should they pretend, anyway, when we really should care?
One kid is paralyzed, and the other's life has been turned completely upside down,
And for what?
To make a point? To get back at someone for something?
It seems so…petty that it irritates me, because this isn't how it goes.
But maybe I'm just too set in my ways, and I don't really want to believe
That it does go that way.
But ever since she took the kids and left,
I've been questioning a lot more than I used to,
About myself, the unit, the job…
I find it somewhat amusing, just because I can't explain it.
If I could, then it wouldn't be,
And then where would I be?
Don't know the answer to that, and it scares me.
So this is what we have,
Two kids, one world, different lives, raised different ways.
Beliefs are such that people should leave it to each their own,
Because we all believe different things,
And to force beliefs on someone, well…
That's not what we're supposed to do, now is it?
But it doesn't change the fact that some people do.