So, This Is Life
When I find myself in disfavor of riches and of the ladies smiles
I find myself alone cursing and weeping from this darkened state
My pain, my pain, why does Heaven hide from my tear filled eyes
When looking upon my life, I curse the bloody things I’ve done
Wanting myself to be like those who never worked, yet lined with gold
Coveting life like them with toes in the sand beating their chests like Tarzan
Why do we humans yearn for this friends looks and that one’s fame
If all wishes granted, what would we enjoy the most, and what the least
When in such thoughts I find it is myself the most that I am so displeased
Hopefully Lord I pray to Thee, rescue me Lord, for truly I hate my mistakes
I spent my years like an ignorant fool, with no guarantee of the next sun rising
From breathing air, to the cold grave, now hearing hymns at Heavens Gate
From this state I have lived in, Lord do I really wish to see Thy Holy Face
But then I awake and I do see the beauty of the morning sun rising once again
Aw but a dream, but wait, my boots to my beard, they are thoroughly singed
