Sometimes I think I wish I could

Live in poverty as a beggar would


And feel the emotions as he spreads his arms

In hope of food; in desire of alms

Be chased down by death each moment every day

To dance to the tunes of hunger and dismay


I wish to live his story of fate

And journey through this pitiful state

I wish to see who listens to your cries

When the roof above your head are the skies


Sometimes I think I wish I could

Weep in silence as a woman would


I wish to feel what it feels to be quiet

When you are being suppressed and wish to fight

To hide your tears beneath a smile

In a hope to see you laugh for a while


I wish to feel and live the terror

Live the fear; live the horror

When roads you walk are not secure

And dreams you dream are hard to endure