When some look through a window frame,
Beyond the glassy way,
They see the things that others don't,
These things I will now say:

Some people see a shining world:
Perfection, joy, and fear,
They see what beauty lies beyond,
This wall that's crystal clear.

But there are those who do not see,
They see only a face,
Their reflection stares right back at them,
And they are trapped in place.

I will now explain to you,
In ways that you can see,
The differences between the two,
And what it means to me.
 
The first one, they can see the world,
The things that aren't their own,
They look at things beyond themselves,
And beauty, they are shown.

The second thinks of only self,
This is the life they chose,
They are the ones who cannot see,
Past their very nose.

Now let me stop and ask to you,
A question you can trace,
Can you see the world beyond?
Or simply your own face?

You walk into a graveyard,
And, though it's hardly lit,
You see a lonely gravestone,
And go to stand by it.

This grave, unlike the others,
Is separate, alone,
There are no tears or flowers,
As though it is unknown.


Perhaps the owner of this grave,
Was no one good or kind,
Maybe the owner had no friends,
That would be left behind.

This grave has gone unnoticed,
By almost all, but you,
As if when Death occurred,
No one really knew,

But then your pity turns to fear,
You'll never feel the same,
For on that lonely gravestone,
You recognize your name.