I don't have millions, yet I could save these civilians.  

 

Upon my cross, I bear witness clear,  

To fractured ties and love insincere.  

Fathers who falter, mothers who stray,  

Brothers who chase bold courage away.  

 

Desperation drives us to toil nine-to-five,  

Depression our wage for so much wasted time.  

Will this world ever be mine?  

So many are waiting...  

I guess I’d better wait in line.  

 

The loss of a job is not the loss of life;  

You’ve still got children and a loving wife.  

You're richer than most keep that in sight.  

Hold onto gratitude, and cherish the light.