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)