There was a man
Who had everything
What you can buy
Wealth and power
Even pretended friends.
But his heart was low
His happiness was far away
So he lost all sense
Of living his life
Then he had a plan
He descended into the underworld
He felt isolated
And it was cold and dark
There was a mirror called "the real me"
But what he saw was a poor old man
In another room there should hung
The pictures of his friends
But there were none
He asked for help
He asked for mercy
No answer
Only silence
Sadly he lay down
His life was fading away
And a fire started to burn
And his body died
His life was over
And he left nothing behind
No one will mourn him
So he closed his eyes
His soul returned to a new life
The scars were gone, but the questions remain
What is important and precious for us
To get a rich and meaningful life
Why do we keep making the same
Mistakes over and over again
What is important for us
And others to live a meaningful life
Why do we keep making the same
Mistakes over and over again
What is important for us
And others to live a meaningful life