Greed

Greed
A timeless life
A lifeless need
Each day a quarrel
Each day indeed
Between oneself
And ones sweet conscience
Over value and precious nonsense

A life where their conscience's voice soon grows dim
A life that's ending is always quite grim
For even when one has everything
Jewels, power and gold
The soul grows tired
The soul grows old

For a soul can't survive on these alone
And in the end these precious things
Are as valuable as a lifeless stone