Even love is subject to finance.
Children need their food, theit little bed
When we’re cold and hungry we can’t dance
Hoping for true love by happenstance?
Children may be born but are they bred?;
Even love is subject to finance
Do we need the lightness of romance?
Be like little children, one man said
When we’re cold and hungry, there’s no chance
But money by itself lacks elegance.
Tell us more about what some man said
Children’s hands reach out,as if entranced.
Be a slave to love but not finance.
The heart is wise, but reason writhes,is dead
I follow links but somehow lose the thread
Love itself has died on bloody sands
Why should the wounded fearful try to dance?
How my heart sings 