Those I thought are good
Their color is almost fading
They have gone far beyond
Whatsoever my mind be thinking

They have brought my name on board
I hear them sing songs of hatred
How stressful have turned their lives
They can't find joy in games

What is the course of this?
Is it because I'm lacking cash
I have good attire, I guess
I can't fit their class

I will leave soon
Far away I will be traveling
To reach the moon
Maybe my candle be glowing