A child's bare feet stand cold in the snow as another walks with slippers on heated tiles.
Old jacket filled with holes not saying a word but fur and leather cries of being cold.

A beggar for a mother,
a mother made of millions!

Yet she cries.
Are her tears made from gold?!
How dare she walk by a child,
a child of her age, of her height.
A child who sits in the snow with a mothers body as her only warmth!
As she walks by she lets out a cry.
Pools of money, tears of gold, how dare she?!

But money,
money can`t buy happiness.
Underneath her dress she wears black and blue,
fur and leather can`t warm a heart so ice cold.
Tight dress are not a mothers hug.
Money, money is not love.