- Vol. 02
- Chapter 05
Just a Donkey
When there are snazzy cars, Swimming pools around you, The glory of fenced places, The skies look so grand.
But then you are just a donkey, Braying around, nobody listening, They call you a donkey, Laugh a bit, kick you around.
But it is good to be a donkey, You carry their burdens, They laugh their warmth away, You carry it inside you.