how many how many how many
times you'll be depressed
on your lost shining glory
you have your brain to gain
more than your history
how many how many how many
ways you'll feel ashamed
on your dwelling place
you have your father
whoes arms will be always its grace
how many how many how many
days you will go shy
over not so well dressed
you have your loving mother
to put you in her embrace
how many how many how many
drops you will shed
over fancy little things
you have your passion
to make your will to sing
how many how many how many
words you will put
on your life's worse
you have god's bless
to write your own verse
