The walls you've built protect you from me,
the one you've chosen not to see.
The glasses you wear to see the world
are dark and clouded, I'm sure you've been told
yet you put them on, afraid of what you might see,
the real me.
The coldness you share with the people you meet
protect you from their warm heat.
You shiver alone in the darkest corners of earth.
The warmth you seek was within you at birth
but your trapped in a mind of dillusions and guilt
locked in your prison with walls that you built.
Just take off your glasses, look through your blue eyes.
The sunshine and brightness will be a surprise,
and you'll stare at that corner in which you sat
wondering why it's not cold anymore.
The warmth of your body now radiates heat
and now you are warming the people you meet.