If I were you I would be prouder than death
To know my place before hand, a gain
Why wouldn’t I use my name again and again
To gain the treasures of this world?
After all this world is your home
If I were you I would be prouder than death
To know someone my battles fights.
While everyone’s jealousy calls it corrupt
If I were you I would bet with life to never die
After all this world is your home
But I am not you so I toil and sweat
I am not you so my battles I face to lose.
I walk a lesser man to the eye
To gain what the eye has never seen
After all this world is your home-not mine
You dream of a better world but the reality is cruel. God can change it but we only can do it if He wants. Nice poem. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a great poem, David! The world we live in is what we make of it. I think you are trying to say how you would change it, but that you alone don't have that power...