Lift not a shoulder
We all in same shoes
From the oldest to newborn
Life holds us in custodial
Famous or unfamiliar
Equal we are by the air we breathe
Royal or loyal
This opportunity wasn't ours to pick
Leader or follower
In life we are same conductor
Behind bars or total liberty
We are all fellow lifers
Saint or sinner
We are not God
But mates
In this prison called life
We are all equal
Be you rich
Be you poor
Be you 'you' or be you 'me'.
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