Whats money without happiness,
whats progress with no stress.
No tests, stuck, under complete arrest.
For things that you dream for,
not that it needs to be more.
Always more, more, more.
Society says that but it's a bore
What we need is passion
faith with some blessings.
Written words because I cant sing
I see a free space on your finger
enough space for a ring
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2018
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