A world where the lucky are born in just the right places
The unlucky left to their suffering, can\'t bring ourselves to see their faces
Why do we take each step forward, for our selves and for our lives?
While behind us the unlucky continue to struggle to simply survive
Gifted with the greatest fortunes of impeccable safety
Trapped within our glass domes, we\'ve abandoned liberty
Should each step forward be for more than ourselves?
While behind us the unlucky continue to experience hell
Unlimited powers at our wake, a chance to change tomorrow
Yet hiding with a simple joy, not passion, to avoid any sorrow
Will each step ever incite a wave of fervor to be more then we are?
While behind us the unlucky continue in lands plagued by war
Obsessed with our stars, the unlucky have only seen the night
Such apathy that we don\'t even dare to rise and fight
We are more than we choose to be, each life a flame
Let us burn away indifference and refuse to let tomorrow be the same