We all do our living
Seek a reason for our being
From early youth we search for truth
To justify our lifes
And we're living TV each night
That we won't see the morning sunrise
So we become most Sunday's people
Who crowd beneath that steeple
Searching our hearts for answers
That we doubt somehow we'll find
That a simple prayer can rest your weary soul
And ease your troubled mind
(Just) Simply by saying
"Lord, forgive me
Help to make me strong
I've a will to live
But it's almost done.
I don't want for nothing
That I've lost along the way
I just wanna trade my sorrows
For the good side of tomorrow
Today"
Were all wrapped with the aging
Our lies being quickly fading
Rushing to a destiny
We can long ago foresee
And if you thus must desire
"Is it all that is in life?
Well can I find a place in eternity?"