Sunday, March 24, 2019

the place we are going



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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