A bag of dreams
And a shot of freedom
Is all we really need
Instead of that
We have a bag
Full of shiny things

And we fight each day
For an unknown reason
The demons of our past
There is no break
Nor a time for rest
We fight until the last

As the days go by
And the autumn comes
It seems though
our lives have passed us by
We try to empty
The bag of greed
And fill it with our dreams

It’s not that easy
As one could tell
The bag is bigger than we are
The empty thing
Will never come
If we don’t know
Who we are

So we take some time
To make some peace
With the past and present too
To find a way to the
Worthy things
And make our dreams come true

A bag of dreams
And a shot of freedom
Is all we really need
To mend our wounds
And fill our days
With life without greed