I'm laying down
Looking up at the sun through a tree
Thinking about it all and what it means

Behind me through the earth is another girl Who lays down
To look at the sun the same way as me

Perhaps she has different color skin
Different color hair
Different shaped eyes
Different everything

But perhaps she and I think the same thing About why we're here
And why we live

Funny how we'll never meet

But we know the same secret we wish we didn't have to keep

That we are made to love
We are meant to be loved
Both her and me and us.