He was born and raised in privilege Took everything it gave Had financial help from his father From the cradle to the grave And this enabled him to believe in the things He did try hard, God forbid he should give in to pointless wandering But he would wander from time to time Seeking guidance from the Holy he tried to find the truth Among the radical revolutionaries Who canonized his youth And gathering strength from the feeling that To believe could undoubtable change the world Turned his back on education And listened to the word So with little or no formal education He taught himself to work Would often steal the pain it took To rise up from the dirt And out of desperation would Disturb the millionaires Whose patronage had helped the power Rise up from thin air, Then he sunk back into despair Take me out in another world Keep me warm and dry Where other men are worrying And other men must die And when the lies are spoken Give endurance to the weak And when the heart of a man is broken Give the power to believe
