What’ve I done?
Spent time not my own.
Now alone, all the way gone.

What was that wealth in my hand?
I heard the music, I listend to the band.
Danced like a pauper in a prince’s land.

Forgetting tomorrow, we ate and drank.
We shuffled from pleasures with an empty bank.
Debts soar, countenance sank.

Listen the song has ended, no more sound.
That silence shakes our ground.
Tears well up and table fists pound.

A horrifying sound does rise.
A mix of a tired woman and kid’s cries.
Crowned in shame, steeped in lies.

What’ve I done?
Spent life not my own.
Now alone, all the way gone.


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