I could leave, carry on with my day 

Had I been born different 

I could be him 

A different deck of cards 

He could be me

Didn’t he make bad choices

Shouldn’t he live with the consequences

In the name of rehabilitation 

We welcome him 

A revolving door 

A frequent flyer 

In a warehouse of people 

Stored away 

But I leave

Carry on with my day