What's wrong with this world that we live in?
Sometimes I want to give in, and give up, and go down
and watch us spin around
this dark place, this dark space,
this rough place, that I'm in,
not winning, still sinning,
we all do.
We fall through
the skyline
of fine times, of good life, of good wives, of no strife,
of true love, life above
in the sky, of a place
of pure grace.
I can't wait
for my fate
to finally find
which fate is mine.