can you reword this poem
There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Multitudes of wealthy souls
Possess riches they shan't spend
Their spouses howl, untamed spirits
Their offspring's joy on the mend
Pricey healers are consulted
To mend hearts as cold as stone
Yet no person
Indeed, no single one
Can survive this world on their own.
By oneself, utterly solitary
Not a soul, not a single one
Can navigate life's breadth solitary.
Give heed to the words I impart
A storm's on the rise, this I know
Darkening skies begin to start
A gust of change is set to blow
Humanity's kin face deep distress
In their collective groan
For no one,
Absolutely no one
Can endure this life all alone.
Solo, starkly isolated
Nobody, positively nobody
Can endure this vast world all alone.