Is This Your Life?

This is your life, my brother. Running around from sun till noon.

Punching that clock, chasing dollars. But who you really working for, son?

Alarm a-ring each morning. But whose dream you trying to chase?

Your spirit to cry out mourning. But the system keeping up the pace.

Round and round on the wheel. Spinning fast but going nowhere real. More to life

than the same routine. More than just a money machine. Is this your

life, my brother? Who you really run around for? Put on the

alarm for who? When your soul don't feel it's true. Is this your