The Pretence of Money

The Pretence Of Money Money buy's all you want Fancy dresses with matching shoes Flashy cars for all to see A cosy home to lazy in.                                                               A lov-er of your dreams A bunch of friends to celebrate with The stories told are so sweet And adventures taken are a treat   Your are convinced of ha-ppi-ness But Something within is gone astay With all the possessions  all the crowds                                                       Still the soul feels so foul Eternal joy has no price Something you just re-a-lised   The misery is masked With a smile in it's place And tears fall behind closed doors                                                 The loud laughs                                        covers the pain And items bought heals the sorrow The bonds made are falsely hollow So voices within questions tomorrow   How lucky you are, people say So count your blessing's as you pray The bed you made  is were lay A comfort worth it                                                     so you stay With an empty soul you act brave A truth untold for-ever a slave So money's pretence becomes your grave   By H.F. Written: 06/09/2011