Some write words for pleasure
Some write words for pain
Some breath air for life
Some breath air for gain

Times for some are never easy
Times for some are never hard
Times for all of us counted
Times are marked upon life’s card

We all know when we’re happy
We all know when we’re sad
We all see that life can be cruel
We see the systems mad.

Miss a card for Christmas
Miss the rose that’s grown
Miss the cheat that’s revelled
Miss the greed that’s shown

The life we think we’re living
The life we think we need
The truth about ourselves
The truth of human greed

Life for all is but a premise
Life that tries so hard to be
Life that can’t hide the awful lies
Life that maybe no-one else can see

We all know when we’re happy
We all know when we’re sad
We all know that life can be cruel
We know what makes us mad.

Want for most is something
Want is all we see
Want is something we all want
Want is all I hate in me.