Give Me A Buck


Becoming a “pro”,
In matters of The Heart,
Is the beginning of corruption.


I can't imagine a broken-hearted soul,
Coming to me for Love,
And my saying, "Sure. Give me a buck."

I can't imagine one sick and suffering,
Coming to me for Healing,
And my saying, "Sure. Give me a buck."

I can't imagine one wide-eyed with Wonder,
Asking to explore Awe together,
And my saying, "Sure. Give me a buck."

Becoming a “pro”,
In matters of The Heart,
Is the beginning of corruption.