THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
GETTING REAL
WITH WHAT WE FEEL
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it's just a thing
stuff only holds meaning
when we give it meaning
yours hands are full
but still so empty
what did you think
you could hold some power
you followed me down
to my fantasy
and took all the symbols
that mattered to me
and yes it did blow me away
you redefined the word betray
your name became synonymous with cruelty
but did you really thing you could control me?
with stuff
foolish child
it's not enough
you had a hold on me
only as long as I wanted you to
it is my fantasy
I did not have to give it to you
so you held my life in your hands
your discard made it meaningless
your disregard stripped all value
from every precious thing we blessed
and all I can hope for now
is that your children don't learn from you
for they deserve better than that
will you tear their dreams down too?
with stuff
child please learn
it's not enough
every now and then you come around
and try to show me something you've found
as if there's some new value in things
after you cut all the heart strings
it's just a heart
hearts only hold meaning
when we give them meaning
yours hands are full
but heart so empty
when you break your promises
when you betray your own words
when you can't be trusted to follow through
on anything you swear is real and true
how do you expect to be believed
and not believed you are not real
all of your power disappears
you inspire nothing to feel
but stuff
and dear child
that's not enough
your stuff
...
is not enough
Stuff
(Ode to Etobicoke)
Ric Candor ©2002
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