Forget The Fashion

There's no room for substance
When you've got abundance,
And who needs self respect
When you've got fortune and fame.
Stepping stones labeled friends.
Without roots the mighty oak won't last for long.
Let's hear it for ideals,
Can i get a round of sound for something real.
For he's a jolly good fellow,
But he's being put out to pasture to make way for prosperity. and if that's
My right of passage,
Then i will opt in the favor of failure
And never think twice.
This is not to break down.
This is to build you up, and remind myself
To forget the fashion and bring back the passion