This opulence of fury
this discarded clown
I will strip myself to the bones
just to find out who I am

If richness came with grief
I would be a very rich man
ten football greens
a penny for each tear shed

Do I think man has a future
I really don't think it's possible
compassion and kindness
have flown out the windows

Can you hear her pain
Can you hear her pleas
she's loosing faith in you
Just Like Me

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris