You don't understand
Everything is yours
Already
The car
The room
The furniture
The education
The body
The mind
The guilt

All yours

All but the soul

My soul is
Mine

You can't buy it
You can't sell it

You can give me money
It's yours to give
I appreciate it

I have nothing
My soul is empty
But for what is given me

You can give
Or you can keep

You don't know me
What do you give
Such a stranger

I love you

You don't know me
What do I take from
Such a stranger