boy, you've been hiding long enough
guarded your heart and thought
left scarce a clue and when you do
lead to elsewhere; screening those
eyes that seek to spy on you; boy

one day, when all lay at your feet
they shall realise you had no real
privilege, special or otherwise
you were and are just like every
other creature that ever breathed

and this world is as it is, after all
you learn to hide & dodge & roll
each bruise, each strike, each scar
are silent witnesses to journeys far
be still; envy is no friend of yours