The change in your pocket,
    Comes and goes with the ebbing tide.
Drawn by the Moon, She circles the Earth,
    Giving equally, but not the same.

Taken as much as it's given,
    But received by only a few.
How it balances out in the end,
    A beautiful symphony of noise, love and hate.

The change in your pocket,
    Tells a story that none can hear.