Dreams Money Can'T Buy Poem by Aston Marley

Am not like you but we all aim
for success without stress,
dreaming big like the ocean, only
light chase away darkness in a
room full of dark intentions

Take the fear away and sway
with inspiration to island of
wealth, money breath luxuries
while cheap dreams got slain
deadlock pleasure. Vanity is
roaming the city of salvation and
nothing is bigger than dream of
new Jerusalem and creed made
of golden sanctuary.