Money he had searced.

Another entry for the

I look through the window of my room

The trees wave, the flowers wink

The wind blows a kiss but the sun glares

Then I see my mother sitting on the loom

She was beautiful, her face flushed pink

The candle flickers above but no one cares

For everyone was watching the son

The son that she had loved dearly

All that he could do was run

From the cold body of the elderly

 

Money he had longed for

Joy he had thrown

Now Joy he is looking for

And Money is thrown

 

Long he had dreamed of a rich life

Vowing to end all their strife

His dreams took him to new land

A land full of gravel and sand

An architect of houses and buildings alike

The man’s voice echoes through

A woman behind him in heart and soul

And now he could buy, even a Nike

But all his wants he threw

And in the end, he was left with coal

 

Money he had longed for

Joy he had thrown

Now Joy he is looking for

And Money is thrown

 

And nothing more than a mother

Could bring the boy to the man he was

For long had he robbed himself of childhood

Considering it a nuisance and a bother

But now he couldn’t bring back the past

And experience again the power of good

 

Money he had longed for

Joy he had thrown

Now Joy he is looking for

And Money is thrown

 

For in the end what he searches is a mother

That he won’t consider a bother

And perhaps a father and a brother

Who he’ll shower with love

‘Cause it’s all he have

For money had flown in the back of the dove

 

Money he had longed for

Joy he had thrown

Now Joy he is looking for

And Money is thrown