A white feather bird,
Sitting on my grill,
Under the quiet moon,
As the world stands still.

It tilts its head,
Eyes dark yet bright,
Speaking in silence,
In the hush of the night.

"Why are you sad?"
It asks with a sigh,
"Are you afraid?"
As stars fill the sky.

"What do you want?"
Its voice lingers near,
"Is it difficult?"
Soft, yet so clear.

I stare at the bird,
Yet words do not flow,
For how do I answer,
What I barely know?

I used to be a fool,
thinking I could live on love.

But it seems you need some Dinero, 
If you wanna rise above. 

Silk suits and Bentleys 
don't grow on trees. 

And the ladies always prefer
The guys with the money.

Now I ain't sayin she's a Golddigger,
But Kayne said it best, 
She ain't messin with no broke N---a's.

He said it not me, 
So cut me some slack,
let's finish the story.

I used to believe
I could live on love.

I used to believe, 
Love is all you need.

Lennon said, That Baby!

I used to believe I could live on love.

But then I met you!

I used to believe, 
I could live on love.

But now!

Now I know!

"Baby it's True!!!"