In glittering halls where gold resides,
A promise whispered softly,
Of dreams fulfilled and endless tides,
That wash away the empty.

Coins that clink and notes that rustle,
In pockets deep they lay,
Yet hearts that chase the endless hustle,
Find joy begins to fray.

Beyond the shimmer, shadows creep,
Of greed that takes its toll,
For wealth that we so dearly keep,
Can never fill the soul.

In simple joys and moments free,
True riches we may find,
For money’s lure, though vast it be,
Leaves richer hearts behind.