I am sorry for the pain I've caused
For the wounds that still haven't paused...

Once my heart was made of stone
Cold and hard, it stood alone...

The taste of joy, so crystal clear,
It’s the feeling of a soaring soul...

In the world of trade and finance,
Where money flows like a river's dance...

We gild our days with restless gold,
Chasing coins that slip through time...

In the markets, numbers soar and fall,
A dance of money, a constant brawl...

Elegance is grace, in every way,
A beauty that can never stray...

Food, oh glorious food!
A feast for our senses, so good...

Hope is a light that shines so bright,
A beacon in the darkest night...

In fields of green and skies of blue,
The beauty of nature comes into view...

In unity we find our strength,
Together we can go to great length...

I'm sorry for the pain I've caused,
For the hurt that I have brought...