"In this life of others,
I lead one of my own.
traversing through secret sorrows,
hatching big plans of happiness
In this life of others,
I want more for my own;
beyond a roof for shelter,
more of a heart for caring.
In this life of others,
it is I who stands out, aloof.
Not caring for en masse'
but for the sweat of my work.
In this life of others,
money hath much prelavence.
Where twas one lone conspirator,
now, a stealthy abundance.
In this life of others,
a dollar can't buy a thought.
A thought so well-gaurded,
the owner has resigned to secrecy.
Here in this life,
there's no one but me."
A fine concept it is,
close to the hearts of too many.
