God proclaimed

"If you are grateful, I will certainly give you more."

Once I thought why didn't God just give everyone happiness?

Everyone should live in big houses with beds of dollars

Now we got people scratching for dollars to get a bed

But I think twice and thrice

Bed of dollars won't stop tears from drenching it

Thus equity will always be better than equality

Once again it's always about us

Fallen tears on a bed of soil can grow flower

Everyone feels the world is unfair, then it's fair