Pieces Of Eight

It's six o'clock

Good morning sounds are everywhere

The warmth of spring

A gentle breeze blows through my hair



I hurry through my life

Never stopping to see

How beautiful

It was meant to be



I'm just a prisoner

In a king's disguise

Broken dreams as we shuffle by



It's six o'clock, it's quitting time

I'm done for the day

Out on the streets

I overheard a lady say

We now have everything

Or so people say

But now this emptiness

Haunts me every day

We seek the lion's share

Never knowing why

Come alive spread your wings and fly



Pieces of eight

The search for the money tree

Don't cash your freedoms in for gold

Pieces of eight

Can't buy you everything

Don't let it turn your heart to stone



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Pieces of eight

The search for the money tree

Don't cash your freedoms in for gold

Pieces of eight

Treasures filled with emptiness

Don't let it turn your heart to stone



Pieces of eight

The search for the money tree

Don't cash your freedoms in for gold

Pieces of eight

Treasures filled with emptiness

Don't let it turn your heart to stone