I do not come here
Every week
Looking for praise or reward
For I don’t deserve
Any of those things
Of that I have been assured
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I do not come here
Every week
Looking for praise or reward
For I don’t deserve
Any of those things
Of that I have been assured
I’m finally closing the curtains
In the windows of my mind
Another bleeding heart
With wisdom left to impart
You will have to find