They Say,
Money is a matter of functions four,
A medium, a measure
A standard, a store.
I say,
It's a matter of hope, greed and despair,
It can make people fall in love and still be the reason for endless wars.
Money creates scars,
No matter how many pages you turn, it never gonna end, like the pages of a billionaire's memoir.
With money, you can get into a bar,
Can buy a car, may be a Landrover or Jaguar,
But who gonna heal that heart,
Whose tears can feel a reservoir.
With money, you can still have an affair,
With a starlet, if lucky may be a superstar,
But that innocent would never ever gonna come back to repair, your soul's scars.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
They Say,
Money is a matter of functions four,
A medium, a measure
A standard, a store.
I say,
It's a matter of hope, greed and despair,
It can make people fall in love and still be the reason for endless wars.
Money creates scars,
No matter how many pages you turn, it never gonna end, like the pages of a billionaire's memoir.
With money, you can get into a bar,
Can buy a car, may be a Landrover or Jaguar,
But who gonna heal that heart,
Whose tears can feel a reservoir.
With money, you can still have an affair,
With a starlet, if lucky may be a superstar,
But that innocent would never ever gonna come back to repair, your soul's scars.
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