What if the grass is always greener on the other side,
because it’s perpetually raining over there.
Where the ones who never fail to give,
hardly have enough to spare.
Where the people who broadcast their smiles,
have pillows stained with tears.
And the bravest ones you’ve ever known,
are crippled by their own fears.
It’s filled with lonely people,
who are never seen alone.
Where those that lack real shelter,
make you feel the most at home.
Maybe their grass looks greener,
because they’ve painted on its hue.
Just remember that from the other side,
yours looks greener too.