The Song Of Success

The last time we met you were just born
A victor, from mother’s womb
You mustn’t have known me then
Its, when in your youth…
The desire the dreams the emotions the fame
They chased me down the lane,
Of just and ill, darkness and despair…
And what I gave them lonesome
Ridiculed life of corrupt air
Since ages I am the drug for men
Some for the damsels and some for chair
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