40 million refugees with no place on this earth to call their home
One for every aimless graduate with nothing else to show for it but loans
And those of us who make a mark using someone else's blood
Our western stain won't wash away, won't vanish in the flood
It's just deeper with each hurricane and tidal wave and war
Oh whoa oh woh
We want everything we see and once it's gone we just want more
I know what I want.
I know what I should want.
Why can't we have it all?
My eyes are on the prize, but it never seems within reach.
I have persevered through so much.
I'm never giving up.
What about the other things I want. Time is all that's on my side. Is it worth it?
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