Believe
We grew up believing that values outshine,
that morals are priceless, eternal, and divine.
But the world softly shifts, then turns like a tide—
revealing how fortune now stands as our guide.
We claimed that integrity weighs more than gold.
that dignity cannot be bought or sold.
Yet life shows moments where even the wise
must bow to the wealth the world idolises.
Dreams, love, and hope, in circles they glide—
all orbiting round this golden tide.
The currency of progress, the world’s loud drum,
calling us forward, insisting we come.
And sometimes we wish we had learned it before.
had built a foundation, a little bit more—
stood firmer when storms came crashing in,
instead of learning strength from where we’ve been.
But awakening isn’t losing the fight—
It’s rising wiser in gentler light.
For though fortune may move the world outside,
The soul stays ours—our truest guide.
Let the world chase what glitters with pride;
we’ll walk with balance, heart open wide—
for worth is much deeper than wealth’s fleeting shine,
and a richer tomorrow can still be mine.
