I remember the days of wine and honey
When love was more important than  money
But as the years passed by I got my wires crossed
I now have money but I feel a sense of loss
What happened to the boy who could see the magic in a day
Priorities change but there's a price to pay
Cynicism creeps in and corrodes  your very soul
If left unchecked it creates a ******* hole
It will take you down like a powerful undertow
And manifest itself by the seeds we sow
I would love so much to go back in time
When my health was robust and I was  in my prime
I didn't have money but I felt so alive
Now it takes all my money just to survive.