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Life is unfair, yet a gift.
Life is unfair yet a gift:-
Some die of thirst whilst others drown to death, a person in prison feels free whilst someone in a land of flower beds seeks freedom.
The ones on top say but they aren't really humble,
The eyes of children are filled with tears as they see their dreams crumble.
Oh! I see. Oh! I see,that life is unfair yet a gift.
Oh! I see. Oh! I see, some die of hunger whilst others are sound asleep.
Sometimes I think to stair at the abyss hoping it will stair back,
But when I do...
I am the one who stairs back .
Oh i see ... Oh I see, that I am the black sheep, I know I deserve more, I know where I should be ,
But yet I stand here you see..
Some die of thirst whilst others drown to death, a person in prison feels free whilst someone in a land of flower beds seeks freedom.
The ones on top say but they aren't really humble,
The eyes of children are filled with tears as they see their dreams crumble.
Oh! I see. Oh! I see,that life is unfair yet a gift.
Oh! I see. Oh! I see, some die of hunger whilst others are sound asleep.
Sometimes I think to stair at the abyss hoping it will stair back,
But when I do...
I am the one who stairs back .
Oh i see ... Oh I see, that I am the black sheep, I know I deserve more, I know where I should be ,
But yet I stand here you see..
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