In the heart of night, when silence speaks,
Man toils and sweats, his wealth to seek,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
He chases shadows in the sky.

Coins of gold and jewels so bright,
A fleeting shimmer in the night,
They promise peace, they whisper dreams,
But all is not quite as it seems.

For riches build a gilded cage,
A palace grand, a tempting stage,
Yet in the echoes of the hall,
A lonely heart will often call.

What price is paid for endless gain?
The weary soul, the quiet pain,
For in the race to hoard and keep,
Man trades his time, his dreams, his sleep.

There's power in a dollar made,
Security, a fortress laid,
But hearts and minds, they long for more,
A wealth that’s found beyond the store.

A mother's smile, a lover's kiss,
The warmth of friendship, simple bliss,
These treasures, no amount can buy,
They lift us up, they make us fly.

So, seek the balance, find the way,
To live and love beyond the fray,
For wealth is fine, to a degree.