Different People Words and Music by SHEILA KIRSTEN HUGHES Somewhere he is marching To the end of his road Puts his hand to his forhead To salute us as he goes Somewhere in a schoolyard They make fun of the little girl But she just swallows the tear drops And never says one single word So many different people So many different lives So many beautiful faces So many stories in their eyes And I only know a few But I never took the time to get to know you Get to know you like I could Somewhere she is kneeling With a gun in her hand Wipes the tears from her crying eyes She points the barrel to her head But then a voice stops the trigger Someone's calling her name She tiptoes to the window She's smiles when she sees his moonlit face So many different people So many different lives So many beautiful faces So many stories in their eyes And I only know a few But I never took the time to get to know you Get to know you like I could Somewhere stands a tatooed man Clothed in leather and chains and spikes Makes you scared to go near him But you wouldn't be so scared if you knew his reasons why Why he holds you at a distance Why his heart can't be found He locked it up in his fortress The day they tore him up, the day they broke him down So many different people So many different lives So many beautiful faces So many stories in their eyes And I only know a few But I never took the time to get to know you Get to know you like I could Yes, I only know a few But I'd like to take the time to get to know you Get to know you like I could Copyright © 2006 Sheila Kirsten Hughes, ASCAP. All Rights Reserved