Every time you
touch
You want the gold
in your hands
Every time you open
your eyes
You want to see the
neon lights
Every time you say
Everyone will come
to you
They bring baskets
of gold
You don’t want to
stay poor
Once you forget
your roots
You will fall to
your doom
The riches can’t
bring you far
It will be a burden
in your soul
The beggar can go
to the heavenly gates
He has nothing to
declare or lose
He has his soul to
bring along
But you with riches
you are worried
Once you forget
your roots
You will fall to
your doom
The beggar can go
to the heavenly gates
You ask why you can’t
with your gold?
The place where we
are going
It doesn’t need
wealth to survive
It is our deeds
which will help us
Carrying out
through the gate of paradise
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