A house, a car, as nice and expensive br A focus on things, so fixed and intensive br The morals are gone, the ego is lying br The soul is eclipsed and silently crying br br Prayer is left, faith is obscured br By drinks and by sex our egos are lured br Stocks and cash demand the attention br No place for the spiritual dimension br br Even if creed and religion’s alive br The ego makes it a reason for strife br No thought during prayer, only through lips br It’s hardly a cure to the soular eclipse br br Prayer with heart and prayer with mind, br Acts without strife, and randomly kind br Are the way of the good ones, the way of the wise br Our world and our lives are meant to be nicebr br Aufie Zophybr br