Walking through the crowd,
I see the scattered faces,
They’re all of different religions
And are all from different places.
They all have different coloured eyes
And different coloured hair,
I can see they are not alike
But the different clothes they wear.
Some are big, some are small,
Some are in between.
Some people are dirty,
But others are very clean.
No two people look the same,
They’re all different in some way,
But I guess it all doesn’t matter,
I mean it’s just looks anyway.
Every person has a name,
They all have bones and skin,
Every body eats
and has blood pumping from within
Every one feels the same emotions,
Every one wears clothes
every person has teeth.
everyone has likes and loathes.
Everyone has a pounding heart,
a soul and a brain,
So even though we’re different,
In a way we’re still the same.
