One Fears, One jeers, One Sneers, at ones career. If it is not to their liking, or even if it is frightening. We all fight to be, We all fight to be free. From our daily labor, From our nosy neighbor. We want to move on, to where are passions long. By being free, and screaming loudly. Our praise for that passion and the unity it brings. Its how our heart rations the sanity in our strings. Our lives can be one, we can all work for fun. If you treat them all equal, history will need no sequel. Because the world will be at peace, and charity will have its new lease.