A Handful Of Dust

Break us down by our elements
 And you might think He failed
 We're not copper for one penny or
 Even iron for one nail
 And a dollar would be plenty to buy twenty of us
 Until true love is added to these handfuls of dust
 Handful of dust, handful of dust
 Sums up the richest and poorest of us
 True love makes priceless the worthless
 Whenever it's added to a handful of dust
 However small though our worth may be
 When shared between two hearts
 Is even more than it would ever be
 Measured on its own, apart
 And our half what it could be is now twice what it was
 When true love is added to these handfuls of dust
 Handful of dust, handful of dust
 Sums up the richest and poorest of us
 True love makes priceless the worthless
 Whenever it's added to a handful of dust
 Handful of dust, handful of dust
 Sums up the richest and poorest of us
 True love makes priceless the worthless
 Whenever it's added to a handful of dust