This World Of Ours

So here we are in this world of ours,
As time goes by we count the hours.
Waiting for the day to come,
When we can sigh and pay the sum.

The price is high in this world of ours,
To those who keep, collect the powers.
They wait and scheme, planning fun,
But all for naught, they pay the sum.

A grander scheme in this world of ours,
To those who love; forgiving flowers.
Waiting for their Lord to come,
So they can sigh and pay the sum.