To Worth

Wes Tillett

I waste away in work that means zero
A hero? No, no, I am no hero.
I putts away in piles of fresh new clothes
Contributing my life to the zero

And every morning I punch the clock
And every evening my soul just rots

A single friend would alter my whole course
A little laugh, a spark, or a discourse
Would pull me up and back into life’s Source
But as it is I just keep giving away to deceit’s force

But I know that life ends someday
And I know that this all ends that day
Then I’ll be free, free to fly away
To worth, to light, to home
To worth, to light, to home

I sense a change already in the air
My heart is lighter, freer, less despair
I know my work is worthless but for love
For everything is gonna fade and die but for love

And I know that life ends someday
And I know that this all ends that day
Then I’ll be free, free to fly away
To worth, to light, to home
To worth, to light, to home
To worth, to light, to home
To worth, to light, to home


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