Don't you see them?Don't you see the ones with eyes full of painAnd the others who seem so tameBut in reality are full of pain.Both so different yet the sameDon't you see them? Don't you see them?All the people on the streetsWhile you sit in some comfy seat.Don't you see . . . . . . . . THEM? Don't you see them?The ones who are fighting battles in their mind;Hoping someone would notice before their time end.Don't you see them? Don't you see them?'Cause I do! So why don't you?To be true I think you have always knewBut you would rather have it be untrue.So . . . . . Do you see them now?