To say they've lived at all,
Or to acheive anything of substance,
Because life is reciprical,
And even if you were raised in luxury-
Wait, it would be silly to imply,
That your life's as hard as one in poverty,
Because relativity can't cover starving until you die,
Though, who knows, no one knows what anyone's feeling,
Maybe if they did there would be no war,
Or maybe that is all there would be,
'Cause maybe that's what everyone's looking for.
Oh, it's alright,
We all live through our personal hell,
And all one can do is live through it,
Then, only time will tell.
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