Jealous Of Poor
What has not been in your way,
Oh! the children of god.
For whose wishes is all your play
For why, am I not born as one among you.
All the great men, who walked upon this land
Have come from the world of yours,
Neitheir me nor you,
Can find one in ours?
Of many artists and many inspiring moments
Many things will not come to me,
I miss the romance of life, you see
For every heart will touch upon yours, none on mine