The life of the others

Who knows what will happen in the life of the others?
Who know what will hapen to them?
Is it good? Is it bad? Is it something to feel jealous?
Or just a different kind of the same? Of the same.

And I don't know how it feels to be somebody else.
All I have is my imagination.
But there's a difference to imagine being somebody else
to feel someone else's pain.

The dice has been rolled and the story's been told.
The past gone to never return.
So if you ask me my son: "Dad and what have won?"
...a lesson that is worth to be learned. To be learned.

It's the life that we live that shapes ourselves.
The times in love as the times in hate.
So don't long for another man's life that might seem
so much brighter than your own fate.