You are always right.
You know best how it needs to be
In your life, in your country, in your circus.
You know, because your parents taught you,

Your God said so, and you know your purpose.
You deem ignorant those who think you are wrong,
But they have different life,
different friends, and a different song.

They wore different shoes growing up,
To them your purpose imparted no sounds
They didn’t have parents, or country,
In their circus they were the only clowns.

You want the whole world
To walk in your shoes,
To sing your song, and agree with your views.
You think those who don’t should have never been born.

You try hard to dissever the circus,
To put up a fight,
Because the ego whispers
That you are always right.