On birds wings I escape to the cosmos,
Striding for the ribbon that is destiny.
For as a kid I was told to wish upon a star,
Where luck and fortune had awaited me.
But Misery flipped her hourglass,
And my dreams fell through like sand,
While my tears seem to saturate the earth; Why
Must such a curse descend upon me?
Now gold is all corrupted, shining crimson, it is stained.
For a fools eye has met its match, Greed seems to wink,
Waving over to a desperate mind controlled by anger; It
Is in my soul that He seems to take his toll.
Now virtue and chivalry, once treasured traits,
Lie crippled and bleeding in the streets,
Bystanders take a fleeting glance as they carry on.
Their coffee getting cold as they're late for work.
