Full Hands, Empty Hearts - Worthwhile

Full hands and empty hearts

The first stay first, so the last play their parts

But the poor are treasures in this world

Riches are worthless just like words with no progress

Bright headlights.

Retreating crimson dim

I knew my place, but I see his face.

Where do we fit in?

Next to the man who pleas with cardboard and pen?

I’ll flick a coin to release my guilt

Cause I don’t want to think of him again

Barefoot on barbed wire

Through this brick wall of selfish desire

But I’ve got hope for this dark world

I’ve got hope for this dark world

Every one of us has our hat in our hands

We’re «catching breaks,» we’re catching change

We’re beggars, some thieves

Some take, all receive

Contentment and hearts start to lift

When we see life is a gift