Too big, too light, too dark, too small
Are you going to answer the call?
Inside of each one we are the same
Do we really have to play these games?
Many people do not see the inside
The put on big glasses from which they hide.
The look they give is clouded with doubt
Why doesn't the inside matter instead of out?
Which one are you, they check a row
Then they know which place you will go.
No one ever looked in your box
They only know you by what kind of stock.
You get put on a shelf, left there to be
All because they go by what they see.
How can they say one is more than the other
Is it because we aren't living like brothers?
The warehouse is big, it shelves the lot
But do they really look at what they have got?
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