Give me a house with a bed and a car that moves.
Give me the friends that love and books to peruse.
Give me a way to communicate; my voice will suffice.
Give me a compassionate heart that’s willing to sacrifice.
It doesn’t take much to live a fulfilled life.
Just cut out the distractions, then dispose of the knife.
Give me my family; for that’s all I need.
It doesn’t take much to know what I mean.