Tonight, as I prepare to sleep,
I promise , as I do everyday.
Before losing myself to darkness deep,
As mulling , on my bed I lay.
I think of the vices,
And of the virtues
About the affluent
And the ones that go without food.
If I rise to become,
What I dream to become,
Will I remain the one I really am?
Will I be poor at thought?
Even though I’d be reeking rich?
This night I promise,
Ahead of going to sleep
And losing myself to darkness deep
I know what I remain at heart
And that's what I shall always be...