Stay hidden behind your titles

Stay hidden behind your titles,

Keep hoarding all your jewels,

Keep your comfort tied to the shine of your car and the polish of new shoes.

Keep your hill-top house with its price tag view

and keep dancing about it's many empty rooms.

And keep your heart

and it's only use,

to beat the blood around you.

And know that all the beauty you could ever find

is lying dead in a dollar sign.

Because these are the things

that tie down the wings

of souls that never flew.