Clueless

If you had all the money
And clothes and make-yup
Tell me,
Baby
Would it still matter?

You sit and weep
Sob at your misfortune
You never had a special day
And now you balance your feet
Upon Sheol's steps
Hesitant to descend

You’ve had love
And beauty and peace
So descend
Descend and be calm
We’ll meet at resurrection
We’ll meet at your special day.