In the spectrum of time numbers fall
                 We are counted like coins of the realm
                 Audits taken,many lives are not balanced
                 Computation unable to touch intelligence

                  Did the pirates of old steal the treasure
                  As we sailed the sea of hope and dreams
                  Knowing happiness is only outward glories
                  While love,goodness slept,in an old chest

                  Perhaps within this brief space of dearest time
                  A world meandering,counting it's gold and wealth
                  Many people with a life untold, a voice not heard
                  Rich in a counting house of truth and loving soul.