Some things are wanted
Some things are earned
Some things are instinct
Some things are learned
No one is born
With silver in hand
They may think they do
But don’t own their land
Life, it’s a battle
Fought by warriors, for ground
No parcel is given
No acre is found
Nothing is owed in this journey we’re on
And kings can be toppled by anyone’s pawn
Pride, it dost come ‘fore the vain who will fall
As no one escapes a true reckoning call
Righteousness might be the flag that you bear
But everyone knows there’s no substance in there
Vanity’s victim, though maybe you’d care
If only your mirror made you self-aware
But that’s how it goes
This story I tell
And those who preceded
Knew all too well
Nothing they said would be thought of until
Their bones had been buried, and yet even still
So many things they wrote ended up true
And yet here we are, still saying “well you”
Nobody gets that the issues within
For nobody wants to admit that they sin
We live and we laugh in a world; make- believe
Then we still wonder why we can’t achieve
Achieve all the things which we claim that we want
Ironically by our own ghost are we haunt
Truth is not easy, such burden to bear
Yet in its embrace we’d see how much we share
Some things are wanted
Some things are earned
It’s time that we listen
And forget what we’ve learned
How the World Should Work 