Cosmic Symphony

There goes the dreamer, the artist

The mistress in despair

The importance of their lives 

is deemed not enough to care

The hotshot, the big guy

The grand millionaire

Couldn't give a shit about me

As long as he gets his share

And there is a rarity in the clarity

Of what actually makes sense

And all the things that would better us

Are not put into effect

It's a sad thing really

To put a value on a soul

To gain control

And it takes a toll on us all

I do hope someday

and damn do I pray

that we can get away

So we can survive,

so we can strive

and revive the people

we are in inside

And no matter the person

color, religion, or race

Every human face

will be praised

every human face 

will be praised