George

End

I believe its again.
been rich can never be the same.
the poor is the fate..
had seen those holy words.
early age of luck..
brought me to be part of the market.
willing to foresee the relative divine.
My heart if its able for true telling.
Now love dies as knowing what left.
Ya, i believe its again.
Me wonders the price to win heaven.
How i fought each two steps from hell.
but still able to tell..
A father's heart one way road.
or the son until made one perfect righteous end.