Look at all those fancy clothes,
But these could keep us warm just like those.
And what about your soul? Is it cold?
Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold?
And cars and phones and diamond rings,
Bling, bling, because those are only removable things.
And what about your mind? Does it shine?
Are there things that concern you, more than your time?
Gone, the wind.
Gone, everything.
Gone, don
Gone, be the birds, when they don
Gone, people, all awkward with their things,
Gone.
Look at you, out to make a deal.
You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal.
And what about those shoes you
They
Are you willing to sell, anything?
Gone, with your head.
Leave your footprints,
And we
Gone, people, all careful and consumed.
Gone, gone, gone, everything.
Gone, don
Gone, be the birds, when they don
Gone, people, all awkward with their things, Gone.
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