My mind is so healthy
But my soul is so sick
The goal to be wealthy
Has made my life too quick

In the blink of an eye
It could all be gone
Now, as much as I try
Still, at every dawn

I find myself facing
Another day
This world is chasing
Another way

What this is
I do not know
What this is
I can only hope

Will let my self and soul
Be at peace as one
I know Love is the goal
Let the deed be done

Let us work for the sake
Of our worldly duty
Not again will they take
Away worldly beauty

Money is
The gift and the curse
Things are bad
But they could be worse

Soon, all will have
A good life chance
Money is money
Snap out of the trance

Our souls are sick
Of stress over income
They’ve lost so much
It’s time that they win some

© D.A. Koroma