Sparkling

This one came from staring out the plane window last night, watching the lights below.

So, if each sparkling light represents a person 

And I'm watching them all go by

People say I'm crazy but...

I can see their souls, you know?

As they go by

Every soul is different

Unique, glaringly bright 

Beautiful 

Even when the deeds seem dark

Sometimes there's only pain

When it's all you know

Then it's all you've got to share

That doesn't make me many friends

When I say all souls are clean and beautiful

It doesn't erase our deeds, done and undone

But those things don't change the soul within

As we walk, talk and think 

Conditioning kicks in 

Fear tells us we are separate

People prefer us and them, good and bad

We don't like to ask 

How did it happen that they're acting that way

We like our walls

We need to be better than 

And point fingers 

We all point fingers

Everywhere but where we should 

Back at ourselves

So, if each sparkling light represents a person...