Nothing
Without love we have nothing but material things
No lasting joy that togetherness brings
We always feel need and there’s never enough
Of the cars and the houses and electrical stuff
We put on our jewellery, best clothes and vain face
Then we dine and we holiday in every nice place
And people they gather to know us with pride
We think we are rich but we’re bankrupt inside
We’re the beautiful people well spoken and read
And we sleep well at night for our conscience is dead
Our friends and our lovers we buy as we need
And we get a good tax break by doing a good deed
If we lose all our riches where would we be?
For the conscience is dead and our spirits not free
We care not for others for our hearts made of stone
And we die as we live, forever alone
So ask us some day when our backs at the wall
And we’ll tell you with tears we had nothing at all
Nothing© HW Hodgetts 2006 All right reserved