Why money

Money, money, always on our minds

Never enough, always running blind

We work and work, for that green paper

But what does it really mean to be a money sapper

We chase the dollar, we chase the dream

But at what cost, what does it mean

Money can buy the finest things

But it can't buy happiness, love, or healing

We're told it's important, it's a necessity

But it's become an obsession, a malady

It's tearing us apart, it's causing strife

We're losing sight of what truly matters in life

Money is just a tool, a means to an end

But it shouldn't control us, or be our only friend

We need to find balance, to find our way

And remember that true wealth comes in many ways