Rich or poor in yourself
shall I not love you as at such,
A day onto another day is not a bit of care I give as just enough.
So why trouble a broken heart as it be,
let alone a lesson still to be learnt
for hearts of many trying so hard to be free.

Open the blinds of my eyes to let the light in.
Troubled days many as my ever growing hairs,
Many a fall trying to break away a pit from a thousand a sin.
As so, I hate to have time to be fooling around
Surely I need not to be wasting all time for it sickens me from feeling a sense of proud.

And these words will become so as strange
Still I'm wishing to be going home so hail me a taxi to drive away from this darkened empty cage.
Let my favourite song play as loud on this lonely long trip.
And if I make it home early tonight pour out one more shot for me to sip.

Still if the ego of my pride grew too much, cut it by a root,
If a taste of lust were to be so sweet, cut my tongue and leave me to just mute.

For all around the world there's a party I could be to,
more drinks to lose my soberness at the bottom of this bottle to such an addiction that grew.
A thousand destinations to park my own kids by the flesh,
To be such a fool to lose responsibilities
of my purpose for I'm caught up by the skins underneath her dress.

Yet I should learn like Mother once told me when I did her wrong.
A quick reminder of what such troublemaking shall bring is stuck in my head like a ringing song.