Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I sing
But one thing is truth
Happiness is not in things

Sometimes I dream of fame
Glorious fortune
But then I'm reminded of the less fortunate
In this I've found my calling

Society told me how be happy
Through toys and joys
Through selfish ambition
And glamours recognition

Yet I was left unsatisfied

I found happiness deep inside
in my passion and in my pride
I found happiness in the smiles of others
I found happiness and the joy of others

It is then I learned the price of greatness
It cost nothing but requires everything
A life poured out not soaked in
What a shame shall it be

What a shame shall it be if I hit the grave
With fine diamonds and bling
Golden plaques and high laden degrees
Fancy jewelry and lamborghinis

What a shame it'll be I lived so empty
This poem isn't for you it's about me
I see the suffering of my fellow man
and want to lend a helping hand

In a society about me me me
I want to take and make it about we
That's you and me
I and you....

Society says I am most important
My heart says we are most important
Society says me first
My heart tells me family first

Is it a surprise divorce is on the rise?
70 percent?
They say marriage is obsolete
I say what they say is hear say malarkey

Did you stop ask the children of yesterday?
What did they say?
Broken homes, split Christmases
Sometimes Santa doesn't deliver gifts

I know a child who once said to Santa
"For Christmas give me mom and dad"
But court orders told him either mom or dad
Every year the boy wished the same

Sometimes I wonder do people care
About the youth and their feelings
Have society lost its way?
Our love is in things

Shallow and dim
Things not alive
Things not able to love us
Things unable to confront us

I knew a man rich with plad
Much gold and thought he'd be glad
Such man died sick and confused
Ecclesiastes became his story

See I've stepped from the shadows
I understand the need
Society lacks love indeed
Society lacks true greatness

That is care for your fellow man
What good is it for me to die rich in a grave
But the lives of others stayed the same
What shame if I die lacking a family

What a shame if work replace my kids
And money replace rich memories
Money is here today gone tomorrow
But love lasts forever

Love is strong
Love will carry me on
Long after I die
If I love right I live on
I live strong

So sometimes I wonder
Is it my fate
Am I a stranger
Am I from another time

Sometimes I wonder is my heart too old
And my dreams to big
Sometimes I wonder why I dream at all
Cause when I look around

I'm encouraged not to dream at all

Maybe it be when enough kids have gone through
Society will change...
But I doubt it

Love of money is rampant

Love of money the root to all evil
The harsh reality
Yet u hope
A hundred years my words live on

I hope to speak for those ahead
The next families....
Sometimes I wonder will I ever have
What I never had