by Glenn Meisenheimer
© Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved
And if all the wealth in the world was yours
And you had life down pat
Would that be enough, my friend?
Would you be satisfied with that?
And if all the love in the world was yours
And they all thought you a saint
And they found you without blemish
Without sin and without taint,
And if all the power in the world was yours
And you held absolute command
Of every single mortal soul
That walked upon this land,
Somewhere in some forsaken place
A starving child would raise his face
He'd fix his hollow eyes on you
And ask you what you mean to do...
