I live an easy life,
I live in a blessed country
Don’t have any problems at home or at school
I’ve got great friends and family
I have to be happy with all the things I have
Because there are so many people
Who have to live without all those things
That are supposed to make me happy
But actually it’s not so great as it’s seems
It’s not a guaranty for anything,
As they say, money isn’t everything,
Although it’s damn useful
Is it possible that people don’t want those things?
That they’d rather suffer grief
Rather letting others feel sorry for them
Rather falling back on the best friends they ever had
Then living here as a king
Without ever knowing what sorrow is?
What I want?
Being surrounded by friends for life.