It doesn't matter where you're from.
The color of your skin.
Or whether you live in a mansion or a slum.

It doesn't matter what you own.
Or what you lost.
And it doesn't matter where you call home.

It doesn't matter if you're old
Or if you're young
And it doesn't matter what lies you told

Pain can make the strong fall
It leaves you whining and crying and sometimes even dying.
But pain,
Comes to us all