. . Prized And Confused . .

Take The Smallest Desire, Even A Piece Of Gold.
It Fill Some With A Lust, Who's Fire Won't Grow Cold.
Take All The World, Every Last Grain Of Sand.
To Live In Truth And Lie, Then We All Must Make A Stand.

Held Within This Picture, On A Small Or Grand Scale.
And We Desire Nothing, But A Nights Repreve, From Hell.
Held Inside, Our Whole Lives, One Thing We Truly Yearn.
All Things Must Change, And Come To An End For Sure.

What We Want Starts To Seem Like What We Need.
Never Are They The Same, Wanting Both, Truly Greed.
When We Look Around, We Won't Have To Look Far.
Before You Try, Get A List, Of Who, And What You Are.

Usually Both Are Prized And Confused Above The Rest.
What Was Want Turns To A Thirst You Cannot Quench.
You Try In Vain To Find A Little Thing To Give It A Rest.
It's Become Illustion, Driving A True Need To Posses.

Inside,You Hurt Because Your Desire Is All To True.
Lighten Your Load, And Then You Can Start Anew
Inside,You Hurt Because Your Desire Is All To True.
Or Miss The Big Picture, It Will Never Belong To You.