Who, you

Looking at the same sun, i no longer feel alone
In a crowded space you can feel on your own
Knowing it’s okay to be a little broken
Knowing it’s ok to share words unspoken 

I wander how many battle, as this world isn’t kind
Often forced into following rules, whose are they, who decides
Imagine a world standing together and sharing nothing but love and support 
Imagine everyone getting along, no broken men who fought

Why so many bad choices, who is it that makes the decision 
Who is it behind the lends, who is it behind the division 
All we do is sit and watch, we are apart it
We are a hair in a soup, some are the cause of it