Pandora’s Brand New Million Dollar Box

To find a solitary gem of common sense in a whirl wind of chaos

Its pure magic

Like the sun, a tiny pinprick in the overwhelming sky of blue

It is a beacon, showing the world the way of hope and truth

It’s a rarity, a necessity that’s dying slowly day by day

Seems the more we need, the less there is to find

But it gets clearer all the time.

(/-o-/)

These are the days of vanity, of deception and deceit

Greed that clouds the eyes and minds of most.

The green of jealousy or of monetary value,

Value which defy and deny values,

Wraps the minds of most in smoke

Choking moral to untimely death.

(/-o-/)

But hope is not absent

In Pandora’s brand new million dollar box

It floats around, between corrupt corporations

And pedophilic pop stars,

Sprinkling down on our unhappy lives

Now we have our happy thoughts

Add some fairy dust, and we can fly.