Will everything go as I demand
Will things come out as I have planned
As I travel through tomorrow's foreign land
In my reaching outstretched hand
Will the blue bird of happiness finally land

What will happen as the future I transverse
Will my darkness and agony get worse
Can I out maneuver this curse
At times I feel like I'm about to burst
In scorching pain I am immersed

This life is a living nightmare, a hell
Out of this raging storm I want to sail
I want freedom from this, I scream and wail
To escape into death, my soul to the Devil I would sell
I'd let him pound in the last coffin nail

But I hang onto hope
Hope that I can cope