The world has denied
To be my friend
What should I do?
I will deny to be its foe
For I will smile at its oppression
And laugh in my depression
In its taunt my ears
Shall never lend

The world has denied to be my friend
What shall I do?
On its forgery I shall
Pretend to be blind
And on its conspiracy
I shall solely keep in mind
On their doom my tears to
Their sorrow shall flow
Till, in our reclaim we shall mend.