What would life be for me
If I were born to another family
How different could it really be?
To be amongst the sea of poverty
Rather then the throne of affluency
How different would I see?
If I was deprived of my democracy
By the grips of unseen monarchy
Would this world change me?
Fighting for liberty and the right to be free
In the flaming streets of this controlled city
Laying dead in the cold dark streets
A homeless child with knowhere to sleep
For fear that death may find me
Where would I be?
We cannot choose where or what situation we are born into
Yet we can change the path we follow