At times I fail to grasp, the strangeness in that stare That judges others' light without seeing what's there They talk about the world, spread winds of spite and pain Forgetting that in life, every mirror shows the same Who are we after all? Has anyone truly known? A light that's purely ours, yet fear has overthrown Are we names, are we stories, or labels to enthrall? Are we truly something, or nothing at all? Words can build like stones or tear the bridges down Heavier than silence, yet they vanish with no sound Are people who they are, or the masks they always wear? Is the heart filled with treasures, or trials hidden there? Who are we after all? Has anyone truly known? A light that's purely ours, yet fear has overthrown Are we names, are we stories, or labels to enthrall? Are we truly something, or nothing at all? Each life’s a grand enigma, an ocean deep and wide But if the compass falters, we just drift on with the tide It's not right to point fingers without looking within For in judging, we diminish who we truly might have been Who are we after all? Has anyone truly known? A light that's purely ours, yet fear has overthrown Are we names, are we stories, or labels to enthrall? Are we truly something, or nothing at all? In destiny’s vast theater, who’s the actor, who’s the crowd? Is essence what defines us, or the ideas we say aloud? It matters not the burdens—grief, gardens, or despair What shapes the human spirit: the journey or what’s there? Who are we after all? Has anyone truly known? A light that's purely ours, yet fear has overthrown Are we names, are we stories, or labels to enthrall? Are we truly something, or nothing at all?