My thoughts, they climb
To the sky each day
Trying to trap them
Always finding a new way
In despair there is hope
At times, you're ***** and got no soap

Where there's a path, there's a fork
Or two, eventually
Always got to stay keen
And tread steadily
For the oils run dry, all over the floor
The rich never really try to feed the poor

What's wrong with this picture?
When will they learn?
If you grow up in silver and gold
Then what do you yearn for?
Caring only for yourself only gets you so far
If you keep cutting yourself with glass, it'll always leave a scar

If only there was a way
Something to make a deep impression
Someone to take you by the hand
And teach you this lesson
But no, your stubborn nature always wins
No, no, you don't see that this will be your end