A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness,
There is no sin like dullness,
A heart stolen becomes precious,
Makes life complete and glorious.
A drop of suspicion is poison,
As it starts to trace the reason.
Life is certainly uncertain,
Have to leave all what we gain.
Still a ray of hope does stand,
Love sans lust is in our hand.