More Than Bread

We gather wood and light the flame, build walls to guard against the rain. We chase the sun for food and gold, and count the coins our pockets hold. 

We drink from wells, we mend our roofs,

 We search for signs, for steady proofs.

We plant, we reap, we strive to live-

But still, there's more to this world must give.

For all the warmth a fire can lend, it cannot speak, it cannot bend

 to hold your hand when nights grow long, 

Or turn your silence into song. 

A house is shelter, nothing more,

Unless thereś laughter through the door. 

And bread can fill an aching gut,

But not the space where love is cut.

So give me water, give me grain-

But let me not be left in vain.

For none of this means anything,

Without someone to share the spring.