The way that I now see, this mess, it's better to give up my best. Because if I do, I'll be friends with you, That way there are no hidden tests. I'm sorry for treating my mates, As if they were locked behind gates. Y'know, I did relish, a chance then to cherish, The feeling that I'd always win. If I could choose my friends with care, Then my life won't be shaped like pears, At least, so I thought, And that's how I bought, The lie that life's a great big stair. A ladder to climb up, and win, approval of country, or kin, My girlfriend, or mate, So, next time I'll wait And make people feel like their in. 'Cos winning at life, can be seen, In ways by us all, we've all been, A tall poppy here, And that's why I fear, That that's just the way that we lean.
My issue in this time, as I've been shown, by God is soon to be my next project. It's time to get the tools out and begin, to fix, or make, and do what needs be done. There is a hope inside me, and I know, that God has not left me all on my own. And that, for a good reason, so I'll go, as only I can go as I am shown.