House Of Plenty

This dirty mansion old and gray

Have once upon a time seen better days

The window now abide in gloom

There's no one living in these rooms

The masters left it long ago

Abandoned shadows dwell within its walls

This house have had its palmy days in joy

Once the girls would dance and sing

The boys played by the pool

It was a house of plenty

A pleasure to the eye

The golden age went by

Now gloomy shadows wanders through these rooms

Deserted to the dancing dust

And echoes of the past

From a house of plenty

Then something flickered by

The corner of my eye

I do not know his history

Or who this shape once was

His eyes looks sad drained on faith

He hovers just an inch or two

Above the dusty floor

A face so pale , with a hollow soul

He's reaching out his hand

Displays a golden coin

It's not important anymore

The old man told a tale of long ago

An age of wealth and prosperity

An age that soon would die

At the house of plenty

A pleasure to the eye

That golden age went by

This mansion old and gray

Have once upon a time

Seen better days

The masters left it long ago

Abandoned shadows dwell within its walls

No matter what all wealth can bring

In the end it do not mean a thing

If visions fade and hope decays

If future plans ideals bertay

You'd better you'd better watch out

For every house of plenty . . .