Faith, my son, is hard to come by
Every truth I’ve ever said felt like a lie
I’m scared of the future
It rears it’s head like creature
I don’t know myself.

Does anyone really
Know what truly lies in your belly
Our how to control
The feelings you hold
What’s really your wealth.

Maybe I’m more than a sinner
I am not yet a winner
But my chances are there
If only just by a hair
To take this hand that I’m dealt.

And open my soul to the whole ******* world
To the almighty Lord
To the champions of loves greatest deeds
To pluck from the thorniest of weeds
The man I wish to call myself.

Because love is the answer
And hate is a cancer
And moreover now
I’m more and more proud
To play the cards I’m dealt