Sometimes I just see "it" differently.
"It" is a small word for big potentiality.
The potential is that we will disagree
on things which matter most to you and me.

On things as trivial as the weather
we both can blend our thoughts together,
but on the deeper things in life
we are prone to have discord and strife.

If you were a stranger on the street,
or someone new I'd chanced to meet
it wouldn't hurt me like it does now
for families should be closer knit somehow.

Family is the word I referred to as "it"
and "it" is where our hearts will sit.
Yet our views of what a family should be
are marred by past reality.

We see our loved ones through different eyes,
as though our perceptions wear disguise
and hide from us the true reality
that who they are we'll seldom see.

If we can simply disagree
then there's no threat to you or me
but if we have to prove who's right
then we'll likely have a fight.

That's why today my heart is sad
for what I've seen so far is bad.
Our family can't simply say "I'm wrong",
for those who do just don't belong.