They want someone to back good causes,
A stand-up person, I can understand indeed,
So why is it the ones in the high-end lights,
Are the only ones to get what they need?
They say the looks and money don’t matter,
Oh, they say, it makes no difference to mine,
So why is it the man on the lower ground,
Is only told to deal, never told he is fine?
They say they love sacrifice and carried burdens as strength,
How they carried the weight inside the bruised shell,
Then how come you need ten-thousand different things,
To be told ‘I love you’ rather than ‘go to hell?’