Oh! to have wasted so many long years,
Bargaining pleasure for pain,
Finding ill solace from evil-made tears,
With nothing to shield the rain.
Begging the world for a peace I so needed,
Only to find it a lie.
Failing to follow; the good book unheeded,
Year after year went by.
Why struggle did I? to accept the truth,
That patiently waited for me,
That Faith, alone, (belief before proof),
Would easily set me free.