In the flow of days time
Woken up by alarms chime
Toils of the day doth begin
The buzz of city in ears ring

The routine of day dims the life
Why to wonder this endless strife
Each with the race of his own
Endless work time doth drown

Little treats of life found on the way
Love not lost under suns ray
Forgiven a driver reckless
Forgotten the abuse endless

A hungry woman with a child
Not hers begs for money robbing hearts mild
A little girl to a shool she belong
Yet she sells on signal with a song

Doth not one stop to make this wrong right
Not to stop or help humans take flight
Hypocrite am too to meet my days deed
Come Monday a race starts every human fulfilling a need