Where is my value, where is my worth?
Is it in the clamour on the streets
Or the songs of the birds?
Do I look for it in the pretense of this world,
Or in the kisses of a lover?
Do I run around, wanting for approval and affirmation?
Why is my soul restless and its thirst never quenched?
Why do I beg for love but find none?
My heart you look in all the wrong places.
You search shallow rivers and well that run dry in less than a day.
You ask from people who do not give and
give to those who do not ask.
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