Rich man

In a world of silk and gold, where the greedy take their fill, There's a tale of a man with pockets deep, but a heart that's quite still, He's got diamonds on his fingers, and a yacht that's never used, But in the mirror's reflection, he's singin' the rich man's blues. The battles rage in far-off lands, where kings and pawns must die, Cannon fire and cries of pain, beneath a blood-red sky, Yet he sips his aged whiskey, wrapped in fur and a sigh, Never sees the broken heartbeats, or the tear in a child's eye. Oh, the world spins 'round with luxury for few, While the masses scrape the bottom, searching for what's true, But in the quiet hymns of dawn, in the whispers of the night, You'll find true wealth in kindness, in the love and in the light. There's a beggar on the corner, with a Bible in his hand, He's got nothing but his spirit and faith in God's great plan, His clothes are torn, his belly thin, but his eyes they shine so true, For he knows the secret riches, in the things we say and do. Turn your gaze from dollars, look to the sky above, Find your heart in charity, walk the path of love, For castles built of arrogance, can crumble to the ground, But a soul that's filled with kindness, that wealth's forever found So the rich man, in his mansion, where the chandeliers do glow, Might glance outside his window, at the poor souls below, And if he listens closely, beyond the luxury and the wine, He might hear the sweet serenade, of a love that's so divine. Oh, the world spins 'round with luxury for few, While the masses scrape the bottom, searching for what's true, But in the quiet hymns of dawn, in the whispers of the night, You'll find true wealth in kindness, in the love and in the light. For the wealth that's worth the keeping, isn't bought or sold, It's in the warmth of friendship, and a hand to hold. In the quiet hymns of dawn, in the whispers of the night, You'll find true wealth in kindness, in the love and in the light.