Holy, holy, blessed be—
Why do they never see me?
Miles stretch ahead,
Long and lonely.

Burdened—
A weight I’ve learned to bear,
Crushed beneath a life so unfair.

Chained to the earth,
Knee-deep in sin.
Bruised from the battles fought within.

Why is this world so cruel, so blind?
Time is fleeting, hope is hard to find.
Yet I go on, one day at a time,
Praising you with every prayer and hymn.