STUFF

[verseode]

               

         Why do you put your steadfast faith
         In things that cause you pain
         How can you live a decent life
         When all you want is gain
         Do the things surrounding you
         Fill you with lots of pride
         Trying to keep up with the rest
         Drowning in the tide
         Washing all your waking hours
         Into a drain of fear
         Surely you would like the peace
         That doesn't bring a tear
         Be content with what you have
         For what you haves enough
         He will keep you in the black
         Without the need of stuff.