See's nothin' in the future
Cause it's all in the past
Spills life's tears so red
Pain reminds him,he's not dead

Looking for release like looking for gold
Searching desolence for a hidden treasure
To gather it up,gather it like the wind
In the hollows of his hand,never to let go

At the brink of utter ruin,midst this life
Groans,body and soul are done
Bitter as gall,honed sharp as stone
A crushed spirit dries up like brittle bone

On a highway to the grave,at the chamber of death
Walking,his steps hampered,runs,falls
His heart aches,joy ends in grief
Never knowing true love or happiness

It brings no good,nothing but harm
All the days of his life
Laughs at disaster,mocks calamities overture
His pride brings him low,lowly spirits no honor