My treasures are not tucked away
In chests of oak and iron
Kept in an attic for a million
Moths and dust to lie on
My heart is envious of angels
My soul belongs in higher places
that are
Far away from here
"Live for power, wealth, and fame"
I'm fed with daily phrases
How can that be enough
When all I see are hungry faces?
My heart is envious of angels
My soul belongs in higher places
That are
Far away from here
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