What makes our joys and makes our pain?
What is that thing that makes us deign
To give to some our greatest love
And others be neglectful of?
Who tells us when we’re weak or strong,
Or chides us when we've done a “wrong”?
Do I? Do you? Does he or she?
No, it is everyone, you see,
We're in a world where everyone
Says, “What you think or what you've done
Will challenge all my country's rules,
And though my countrymen are fools,
I have to say you should comply
To all the answers they've set by,
So let me tell you, if you please,
The way to live your life with ease:
Just be yourself, but please make sure
“Yourself” is not too immature,
And not too loud, but not too shy,
Outgoing, yes, but please comply!
Also, please, a pretty face,
And, yes, a natural social grace.”
And there we end, quite satisfied,
That we have laughed and we have cried,
And we have danced and loved and sighed,
And we have lived, and we have died,
And all the while deep inside
Our whole lives we have just denied
That all we want is to be free
Free to be you, free to be me,
To laugh all day and cry all night
To judge, ourselves, what's wrong and right,
Not govern all the world and sea,
Or all succumb to anarchy,
Not anything to an extreme,
But take a boost of self-esteem
And show the world what we can do
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