Remember when life was as simple as running in a field and feeling happy
Money didn't matter
Greed didn't exist
It was free to fly
It was free to feel
It was free to smile
Everyone was one
Now everyone is gone

Too much care
Succeeds rare

Love enters in life
with happiness
But it leaves life
in lonelines

Love is a rhyme
while the life is a book
of many sad poems
Which are written by
the ocean of tears

World is neither
interested in my song
Nor in my silence
I play my role
Cause
I am on world's
Payroll