What I have
Is nothing to my need
No poverty to speak of
And no trophy for my game
Intangable and worthless
My assests on the page
My coffers are empty
Any offer of safty has faded away
But what I have
What I have is. What an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You take what I can give
And your treasure it
On an ordinary day
The extraordinary way
You turn to me and say
I believe in this That makes me lucky
God I'm lucky
So much luckier Then I'd ever thought I'd be Cause what I have
Means so very little to this world
A promise that I kept and bridge
I saved before it burned
The sacrafice that I made
Brought me to my knees
The choice that cost me everything
Has set somebody else free But what I have
Is a value that you see in these things Cause what I have
Is a value that you see
And everytime I forget those things
You bring them right back to me With your patience
When I'm blinding mad
And your passion
When I'm really, really bad
And your eyes
Take in everything that I am
And your body and soul
And the way that you know how I treasure you.
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