I used to think I had a lot to lose
And then I thought I lost it all, and more
As if the things I thought that I would choose
Were all the things my choices would be for
I told my friend I lost a lot of life
She smiled and touched my shoulder with her hand
I know she knew I felt the pain and strife
That lives beyond the voice of our command
She asked me what I really thought I lost
I stopped and gave her question time to rise
Like bread from dough I kneaded and I tossed
And then I looked into her precious eyes
I saw the aswer there; I had to sing
I said, “I didn’t lose a goddamned thing!”