The Trade

Trade in your dreams
Trade in your faith
Trade in that fantasy
Once in your innocence, you did create.
The green devil invites you in
And greedily we go
Where everything is money
It’s hard to tell friends from foe.
The life you wanted to lead
Has come and passed you by.
And twenty years later
All you do is look back, and sigh
“With green eyes, I went in
And traded in my soul, my peace and all I know..
Yesterday, all I ever wanted was money
Today, no one cares – no friend, no foe.”

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