inspired by "Freedom Writters"

We think we have it bad
We think we have something to cry about
Our fight is nothing
Compared to the ones
Who WIN
Just by surviving another day

We beat ourselves up
If we are not skinny enough
Not pretty enough
Not smart enough

They are happy
If they have something to eat
Anything to wear
Or somewhere to sleep at night

These things never even cross our minds
We have it so good
Their troubles don't even exist to us

But times are changing
Soon we will be the ones
Who are fighitng for our rights

Soon we will be the ones siting at the back of the bus
Maybe then we will know
What its like to feel pain

The real pain
Of those who have a war to fight
Not a war to create

Maybe then we will learn to be strong
And realize what we had

Does it really have to come to that?
Can we just learn now?
Before its too late
We are all people
We all deserve to live and have life.