It makes me wonder,
Why and how,
People plunder,
Or cry aloud,
About the way,
We’ve always wanted,
About the day,
We’ll all be haunted,
By troubled demons,
Who want to get out,
By green eyed monsters,
Who’ll make us shout,
But you don’t realise,
That at the end of the day,
If you don’t give in,
Joy will help you,
And you’ll be on your way.
