All this time You thought they would hear you Clinging to a hope they would care too In the end We will all come to realise What we hold As something made To safeguard us Fails all those Who truly earned the right to benefit It angers you and me, But we hold it inside Always Feeling like All your labour Is in vain Your doing no favours In the end We will all come to realise It's unjust. don't you feel?