Where do I start, what do I do?
This is so tuff, but so much true
To look at the sky, and wonder why
God created so many days, that just go by…
There goes a busy young man,
Working night & day, till he gets a tan
To make some money, to use for his pan
Only at night, he’s back to his den.
What’s the use of working so hard?
And burying all the money under the mud
To look after it, you’ll have to be a guard,
& will end up giving your loved one, only a card.
Come to me, says the Lord, and I will give you rest.
Live a happy, holy life, building a small nest
For, in this world you have to give your best
After all life is nothing but a lil test.