The world is in famine
yet, I am not involved.
I turn all the corners,
hoping it be solved.
Who am I to say,
Who am I to complain.
I an just an ordinary person, plain.

I am no different than the rest.
The beggar, the thief,
the rich man on his horse,
the cripple in the street.

I am neither rich nor poor.
Tho, I have been to both before,
I am living in the middle.
I am just an ordinary person, plain.

I dream in satire,
a wish for quest of peace.
Yet, I sit here doing nothing...

If there is any out there
looking out from in.
If you have an answer...
please help me, call my name.
I am just the ordinary person.
I am the ordinary, plain.