and Irony Recounts...

I could own the earth and still feel homeless,

and conquer the world, but still seem hopeless;

And do great deeds, but still feel small,

feel down on my knees, while still standing tall;

and love a million but still not care,

give everything I have, but still not share;

And I could always decide, but still not choose,

Gain everything and have nothing to lose.