Monday, 26 September 2016

Money

Like O2 I need you, I crave, breathe for you, This one way journey Oh! My dear money...
Wasn't born this way Days, years changed me Your absence haunts, Reflects unlimited wants
Survival, growth, expansion of myth Grips me tighter Trapped I am, in your jail Truth, spirit sends me in mail
Bottomless sky, topless earth A stinging fire, burns within Soul's being traded, Happiness being faded
Beauty, heart, innocence all fail Truth also succumbs Value, Respect, Honor you define I plead you to now be mine...

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