Be still like stone had made you so,
Be silent just like flowers grow
Think thoughts that light the darkest night
Make wishes you can keep in sight
Yourself and all your thoughts transpire
Those moments spent in lifetimes fire
For mortal souls like us abound
Find life a toil without such sound.
The air we breath unto us sacred
Born unto our mothers naked
In that wail of new born cries
Our birth begins our own demise
So take a message we should heed
On life's harsh pace and chronic greed
That from the cradle to the grave
Money makes us all a slave.
Money makes us all a slave.
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