Have you ever stepped aside and perceived life
You rave the severe stripped rides of stained strife
The things beside your vocation never get spot
The wings of preside and evocation hover to rot
Step aside the daily go and discern what you’ve never known
Get up and ride the wailing-concerning thoughts never seen
Have you ever known the other side of life?
The side where numbers of despair are on the dice
A person begs to save his hungry child
The salvation could have been done wild or mild,
Only if you weren’t so narrow minded
Helping wasn’t another sorrow to be mended
Didn’t you ever see the tired eyes of the youngster?
Won’t you ever see the pained face, who’s sinister now?
Let your thoughts over the other side of life
You meet fights against your own lies
Step aside and have a glance at the other side of life
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