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 pa**ion 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 pa**ion and backbone to fuel body with soul so we can move (slowly with a sense) towards love (towards life without regret)