does sharing means anything more to us
than giving things?
does being good means any more to us
than feeling good?
we beg on our knees
arms stretched, palms open wide
for a seed of hope
to plant under brittle skin
so we can grow
a ray of sun to reach our hearts
so we escape the stone cold
a piece of passion and backbone
to fuel body with soul
so we can move (slowly with a sense)
towards love (towards life without regret)
does giving means anything more to us
than giving things?
does being good means any more to us
than feeling good?
we beg on our knees
arms stretched, palms open wide
for a seed of hope
to plant under brittle skin
so we can grow
a ray of sun to reach our hearts
so we escape the stone cold
a piece of passion and backbone
to fuel body with soul
so we can move (slowly with a sense)
towards love (towards life without regret)