Money, The Root Of All Evil?

A thing that we greed for,
Sprouts a never ending war,
Without it we can’t roar,
As we try to find our score,
To have our own tour,
A promise that we swore,
For a family that could never snore,
Tired of eyes that are fixated on gore,
A house without a floor,
A family of four,
The prayers to have more,
A search for the shore,
Wishing to find one ore,
A heart from birth was tore,
From birth was shone what’s in store,
As the pain will always pour,
We fixate on that black door,
Hating for what has happened before,
A life that can never restore,
Not knowing the word, indoor,
Tired of all the deplore,
Filled with the need to explore,
A heart filled with an eyesore,
Some do everything to see that seashore,
Now tell me can you live in that place evermore?
Not being able to be a commodore,
Will you be able to see money and ignore?
We blame money for evil, but we build that rapport.