My Word!!!

They ask, "What about money?" Listen up close: It ain't magic, ain't a mystical dose. Yeah, it shifts your surroundings, the neighborhood's gleam, But can it change you? That's a fool's dream. Thought money would save me? Wrong, the truth's cold. Make me a better person? Lies I was told. Buy me more time? Nah, time still ticks fast. Save my whole soul? That fantasy's passed. It'll buy you some stuff, impress some random faces, Make your crib cushy, in all the right places. But what else? After all that, there's just a big pause... Uh...

Is kindness worn, a finely crafted show, To earn the world's approving, gentle glow? A smile displayed, a helping hand extended, So "nice" you're thought, your image well-defended? Or does it rise from genuine, pure heart, A selfless truth, playing its honest part? Yet life's reflections often shift their ground, Where different motives can be truly found. The opposite current, subtly it flows, A different mask that in the daylight shows. To play a role, for reasons deep or slight, To dim your truth, or amplify your light. To don a guise for someone else's plea, A silent actor for the world to see. To hide a fault, or virtues to create, Or take a stand that seals a different fate. A hidden agenda, carefully concealed, A fabricated truth, for show revealed. But thinly spun, the webs of untrue art, They cannot hide the spirit of the heart. For sensing truths that logic can't define, A deeper wisdom pierces through the line. Beyond the sight, the soul can und...

(Verse 1) The golden light, it paints the day A perfect blue, a vibrant sky You walk along the sunlit way With laughter dancing in your eye The world feels open, warm, and true Each moment sparkling, fresh and free A thousand happy dreams break through As far as your own eyes can see (Pre-Chorus) But listen close, a gentle shift A whisper on the passing breeze A tiny cloud, a subtle drift Among the comfort of the trees (Chorus) No matter how many sunny days You've bathed beneath the blue The cloudy days, the misty haze Are waiting there for you. So be ready, be ready, strong and wise When shadows start to creep Through the veil of weeping skies Your inner strength to keep. (Verse 2) When the light retreats, the chill descends And doubt might whisper in your ear When every path abruptly bends And worries suddenly appear The colors fade to shades of gray The a The world feels heavy, cold, and slow It's hard to find your bearing, stay When winds of challenge start to blow (Pre-Cho...

Now, I must grasp this fleeting breath, Before the shadow speaks of death. This urgent task, this burning need, To plant the solitary seed. The moment calls, no time to wait, Lest I should seal my own sad fate. For who spoke whispers of the coming sun? Who said the race was not yet run? Who painted pictures, soft and wide, Of chances held, and time allied? That gentle voice, that soothing plea, Promising what would surely be. They spun a web of tranquil ease, A distant shore, beyond the breeze. "Tomorrow's light," they softly crooned, While life's swift melody was crooned. And I, a fool, believed the tale, Let present opportunity fail. But now I know, with chilling dread, The empty words that they had fed. The easy promise, light and vain, That eased the present's pressing pain. No future dawn, no second chance – Just this one precarious dance. Who told you about tomorrow? They lied. The only truth is here, inside This vibrant, pulsing, present beat. The future...