They say it's never over
Till everything is fine
A chase for perfect clover
In this twisted line
Life's unfairly woven
Everyone can see
Some work from dawn to nightfall
For scraps of money
All things fine
A distant dream
A bitter rhyme
While the rich keep saying they're broke
Hard work is just a joke
Born with golden spoons
Never tasted struggle's bite
Claiming they work harder
Not knowing real plight
Families surviving
On a thread so thin
While those with silver linings
Parade their hollow win
It's a tale of two worlds
One bleak
One blind
We hustle through the darkness
They claim
'What's mine?'