What Comes of Honesty - Kaddisfly

There is a means to end

There is a way to seems right to a man

They drag for gold in the sea

But there are no riches, the stubborn will see

They will be grasping at sand

They will be left with lonley sad salty hands

There is a means to an end

There is a different way to be a man

They try to build their empires but…

All their sand castles will on day expire

Wealth is not measured in land

The richest of men have the least in possesions