In the spectrum of time numbers fall
                         We are counted ,as coins of the realm
                         Audits taken,many lives not balanced
                         Computations unable to touch the soul

                         Did the pirates of old steal the treasure?
                         As we sailed away on a sea of hopes and dreams
                         Knowing happiness is not in jewels and gold
                         Love,goodness asleep in a different treasure

                         Never finding within this short space in time
                         World meandering,holding it's gold and wealth
                         While the ship sails towards the rocks of doom
                         Not seeing the counting house of  loving help

                         How rich the bank of truth and soul.