How do I tell you the best you have done was not enough How do I tell you that love has never built a city or grown a tree How do I tell you the doors of steel you have spent nothing short of everything on still leave a crack above the floor wide enough to let only the best words enter with all the worst intentions How do I tell you that I have been cradling them in the lap of my mind for long enough to call them mine How can i tell you that it won't work Food Won't work Money Won't work Simple equations Won't work No amount of dollars will buy me a conscience I will want to sleep in There is more to my world than a good day at the park And I am sorry you will never know that