Comparing to others,
Ev'ry life is diff'rent by their nature,
Some exalt, some suffer,
Some victims of the most horrifying,
Think war, floods and famine,
But what good is it to say as comfort,
"At least I am not them"?
Well, there's the fact life makes no promises,
But, that fate's not rigid,
Though many have died, many have raised up,
Despite what the world did,
What if you'd woke,
Into a life of strife?
Would the things that seem so important now,
Even be a factor in your blessed life?