Is He Fair

Is he fair, is he light 
Is he scared, is he 
As I am me? 
Are they tired, are they lost 
Are the found, do they 
See life like me? 

Why do we have to tell them? 
Have their stories not been told? 
Why do we have to show them? 
Are their hearts not made of gold? 
Are their hearts not made... 

Is she fair, is she light 
Is she scared, is she 
As I am me? 

Do they sing, do they cry 
Do they love, do they 
Survive like me?