Wanting Things

Tell me, how long must I keep
Wanting things, needing things
When I have so much?

There are many men
Who have much less than me
Day by day, they walk their way
And they find more in life than I can see

Tell me, when will I learn to resist
Wanting things, touching things
That say, "Do, do not touch?"

People that I meet seem to think
I am strong, they don't see
Inside of me so they don't know
I'm weak and often wrong

Tell me, why must I keep
Wanting things, needing things
That just can't be mine?
Oh, wanting things
That just can't be mine?