Glass House

There's danger living in your glass house.
It's not the ornaments, the help, nor the mouse.
The danger that resides in your glass house,
Is a danger far greater than that of course.
The danger in your glass house, is that of a rotting corpse.

Where the youth are too frail,
And the old never bail.
This glass house is forever admired.
But never actually desired.
You see the thing is - it takes special people to believe.
Believe in a system that was built to theive.

A system where wealth is king,
And in order to stand out you should have bling.
It's a frivolous concept really, this need for things.
Can't we all just be humans with a kin?

In order to grow,
We need to let go.
Let go of the concepts we used to know.
It's time to break the status quo.
It's time we stopped putting on a show!