A World View

He was a man like we all want to be Respected, admired, no worries had he A bank full of money was all he could see His life was an unending chain And you wouldn't catch me in his game For he gave no love And he took none in On the corner a man asks for change Unfortunate, hated and we think he's strange A victim of a life unarranged His life is an unending chain And you wouldn't catch me in his game For he gave no love And he took none in Paint me a picture of life as it used to be Everything, everywhere, simple and free Sing me a song of the meadows and budding trees Bring it all back to me Bring it all back to me