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

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