Greedy

The streets are filled with green and gold

And I want it to be better

But these houses seem old

There's a boy on the corner

Any chance he gets, he sells his soul

To the greedy and the giving

And those who wish to stop living

But who's the real devil stealing his life

The sun still rises on the holes in the roof

But there's kids in pools of blood

They aren't bulletproof

If there's gold for the greedy

It doesn't matter about the needy

So pack up your bags and get lost in the green

Before the moonlight shows what shouldn't be seen

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Loved the theme you wrote upon, message was conveyed very well.

[emipoemi]

this is thought-provoking and powerful; with strong imagery and fluid musicality right to the end. Much enjoyed the experience for which this allows. It really speaks. Well done!