The world is two-sided,
The people say,
The roads and the grass,
The happy and sad,
The rich and the poor,
Sides that can't be ignored.

Soldiers die and birds fly,
The fence starts to fade,
The moon rises and the sun sets,
It's no longer a barricade,
Words blossom while some rot,
And at the end of the day,
We are all the same.

The world is two-sided,
The people say,
The happy and glad,
Metal and glass,
The tan and the fair,
Sides that aren't even there.