Deep down I’m blue, and filled with contempt for what I can’t break through.
For that reason I’m held in contempt.
But I’m Up and down all the time with the slid of the hand I’m dealt.
No one cared how it felt. But It’s The dealers pain they deliver.
Amazingly I pull through all because of some of you.
So I work hard to deliver. For now it’s all I can figure.
I have hopes of peace I feel I may never receive.
This torture is more then deceit. But in the end we’ll all discover that nothing was undiscovered
We all will meet are maker with nothing to bear. Only the love we have to spare.