If our bank balance grew as quick as our troubles
Then we would all be rich as our deposit doubles,
Each trouble is like a brick that is being stacked
Building a wall which gets bigger this is a fact.
The wall gets so big that you can`t see over it
So to knock it down will take every ounce of grit,
Brick by brick we learn to take the upper hand
We won`t be beaten for we take full command.
Slowly and surely the wall will be taken down
And our smile will replace that troubled frown,
But no richer or poorer our assets stay the same
They never grow like our troubles which is a shame.
