Let's pretend None of us ever picked up a pen Never had the burning urge to spread the message Pretend these words we hope to save the world Aren't words we hope would save ourselves These words we speak do not stem from the deepest of scars And broken hearts
Let's pretend None of us use poetry to escape our past Learn to move on and forge a new path Pretend this isn't an exposť on our imagination A way to express our deepest thoughts And wettest temptations.
You'd expect someone born in a thunderstorm To understand the rain You'd expect someone born in darkness To see through the dark But pain is pain No matter how long It hurts the same.
You'd expect someone born in poverty To understand hunger To know the struggle To comprehend Learn to hide the shame Learn to make life out of the least And maybe to accept that its fate But pain is pain
Even the impoverished seek change
But what is change When a monkeys paw gives back little than...