Gone

Well 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

Those are only removable things

And what about your mind

Does it shine or

Are there things that concern you more

Than your time

Gone going

Gone everything

Gone give a damn

Gone be the birds when they don’t want to sing

Gone people

All awkward with their things

Gone

Well look at you out to make a deal

You try to be appealing but you lose your appeal

And what about those shoes you’re in today

They’ll do no good

On the bridges you burnt along the way

You’re willing to sell anything

Gone with your herd

Leave your footprints

And we’ll shame them with our words

Gone people

All careless and consumed

Gone

Gone going

Gone everything

Gone give a damn

Gone be the birds if they don’t want to sing

Gone people

All awkward with their things

Gone