What is it like.
What is it like to breathe someone else’s air, to fill someone else’s shoes.
What is it like to love another family, to be a strangers muse.
If I have any right to this knowledge, I shall not abuse.
For I want to know what it is like.

What is it like to be ashamed of your culture, to live in constant fear.
What is it like to hide your religion, to flee when police are near.
If I have any right to this sadness, I shall make my pain clear.
For I want to know what it is like.

What is it like to stand all alone, to walk without someone beside you.
What is it like to live without a parent, to grow up without a fathers virtue.
If I have any right to this loneliness, I shall not lay down my head in blue.
For I want to know what it is like.

though I cannot know what it is like.
For my life is none of these.
My life is good, I live with ease.
So I cannot know what it is like.