Is it living that’s not right?
Or those that get the chance to,
Those that use it wastefully
Make it a curse to the coming,
To live it with others burdens
Bring you and then hide.
Is it man that’s not right?
Or this world that he lives in,
This that gives him no hope,
Not even a spec of how to live,
Lets him rough through alone
Sweat it to see a ray of light.
Is it God that’s not fair?
Or we that shut him out,
Close him out and lay back
Trying to rewrite the books,
Wanting to live our versions
Forgetting its life we shut out
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