What are riches, have you heard?
Are they what fills a human's need?
Love awakened, gold coins stirred
Which will satisfy the greed?
It's a hunger that will return
And again you'll need to feed
You'll keep it up until you burn
And you can watch your poor soul bleed
Feel the hunger as it grows
It twists and chokes you like a weed
Can someone tell me, who out there knows?
People, hear me when I plead!
Your soul will die, have you not love
When you follow, who will lead?
What is it that you dream of?
And whose laws will you heed?
How far is it you will go?
To what extent the horrid deed?
And in the paper, who will know
The article of you I'll read?

--Sparks