Young man, born out of sin,
A life of abuse and battery are the gifts you were given,
No sentry to ward off the demons that slept in your bed,
Cover your scars, wipe the blood that you've bled,
Relied on substances to subdue the pains,
Left out on the streets, another human stain,
Clinging to life, praying for death,
The promise of a kingdom is all that's left,
Keep your faith, in this lonely place,
Give thanks for god's constant... Old man,
The lights grow dim, a life of turmoil and pain are the gifts you were given,
Constantly struggled and broke your back on the wheel,
Barely made it from meal to meal, kept your faith through a life of strife,
You even gave thanks for the cancer that took your wife,
Clinging to life, praying for death, the promise of a kingdom is all that's left,
Keep your faith, in this lonely place, give thanks for god's constant grace,
Who's watching over you when you sleep at night,
When your stomach is empty and your mouth is dry?
For your pain and suffering there's no relief in sight,
Prayed for salvation, nobody's listening, just turned a blind eye.
Praying, hoping, enduring, waiting, it’s part of the grand plan,
You'll be tossed a bone and things will work out,
Scraping, starving, crawling, waiting, putting your faith to the test,
Will you be like the rest, allegiance to a god that's just turned a blind eye.
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