What is the meaning of life,
if it's nothing but strife upon strife?
what pleasure do i get out of life,
if it's just for fame and wealth to strive?
What care i of riches, power, or fame
when everything's planned, wieghed down and tamed?
If i care for little touches of humanity,
simple pleasures, acts of caring ... and sharing;
if i refuse to conform, and be the same,
am i then considered 'insane' ...?
Now i care not what the world has to say
i'll go on living life my way:
under no pressure will i waver or sway,
my decisions - they're all here to stay
For, knowing that one other heart feels the same way
gives enough courage
and consolation
to make life worth living, again!
