I’m nothing but a speck of dust,
A grain of sand upon the shore,
And, if I cheat or if I’m just,
It’s not that God is keeping score.

Whatever happens in my life
Takes place between the jaws of death,
And no amount of peace or strife
Can help to draw a single breath.

That’s not to say that I can break
The law without the valid fear
Of justice coming in its wake
And jailing me for many a year.

It’s just that, in the course of things,
I wasn’t born with fins or wings.

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