When I give, I don’t think of me

But still I’m known for my generosity

I just gotta give.

One gift for your apartment’s rent

One gift for the woman whose cash is spent

One gift, this I believe,

One gift is all you need.

What makes me me,

Is the way I see things.

The happiness it brings,

That tells others what I see.

The coffin wood grabs at my clothes

The wood chokes me

The darkness attacks me

The weariness crawls around me

When it opens the sun grabs me

I am back

This man is rueful,

This man was done,

This man let go, temptation had won.

This man was punished, for things of great crime,

This man left a sod to eat on a dime.

This man, crushed and torn,

This man was tired and worn.