My heart state...heavy,
the weary loads...many,
trying hard to be good,
to the needy I gave food.
I'm stuck at crossroads,
Lord, on life's boat I row.
Now comes the storm on a cold windy night,
over-awing my little self, burden's never light,
rowing and paddling with all my might,
On a cold stormy windy black night.
Sobbing and crying and wailing like a child,
every passing second only got wild,
then I gave in to the wicked empty sea,
Do what...
