When music hits, it's as the truth turns into pain, and you leave with a smile.

For all the times i wish you would glance over to see the pain you've caused me.
I would have no idea what it would be like to show our pain all over our faces.
To live with the pain being held inside gleaming for the world to see.

would that bring compassion?
would that bring love?

would that let all the judgments fall between the truth?

Maybe then we'll see your face , maybe you'll see mine.