Money...

I, neither had stopped nor I will,

Second-by-second, was molding against my will,

Million of reasons were staying behind,

Barking, hauling and tearing behind,

Was holding responsibilities on my lil’ shoulders,

But, moment-by-moment was getting colder,

Was dead, silent, running without a tear,

But, still was happy for those responsibilities that I bear,

I, neither had stopped nor I will,

Minute-by-minute, was molding against my will…

Shading tears in the colder night,

Looking for someone that would hold me tight,

Why money become the reason to live around,

Why paychecks become the reason to sound,

I, neither was a loser nor I will,

But, year-by-year, was molding against my will…