Their was a time when a father had no fund, his child fine with lack of possession,
The child grew and knew the exchange was a charm, the father ment no harm.
Their was a mother who was bliss and loved to kiss, money was her honey and that was enough for she.
Their was a child who fell by the side, needing care, with great despair, she began to fade.
Then at last, an answer found, only bond by financial sound.
Now father and mother soon came to learn, that exchange was not enough, a worthless emotion that now torments their soul.