absolutely nothing... not world peace... not kids or family... not peace of mind (how dull would THAT be?!?!?!) Nothing at all!!!

Ten years have worn this guitar down
Its ivory whites are now mustard brown
Its face brears cracks from every town, still it resonates with age
Who would without its ring
Who would I be if I didn't sing
For half a chance you spare nothing --
A tethered bird to a tethered cage.
I sing to you to feed the dream
I call to you 'though it's a muted scream
We're one on one projected beams
Translucent future be our sage

that about sums it up I think....