For no one said there was no price For understanding of such size, For possibility to grow Not sacrificing to The Row. You were the different, alone, For many others - road's stone, And by some person's wish for fun You were then called "another one". You tried to make them understand That you could give a helpful hand To help them see the other sun … But they just laughed : "Another one!". You tried to help them feel as so They are unique in the row - That's similarity you’ve fought, You tried to help ... they listened not. Another one you have become In their eyes in days to come, In their endless wish for fun - Thus you have born, Another One! It would take many days to see That they were right, and to agree With their nickname of this kind, For you are now a man of mind, For you can now respect the others, For you can see them as the brothers, For you can distinguish them all Though they may look like bricks in wall. For you can help them see the sun When one of them is in the run, When one of them have not at all Intentions to be Brick in Wall. You've grown to the man of mind, There are few ones on your side - And even fewer who can grow To break one day that cursed Row. So now relax, and just have fun In being this ... another one.

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