I am merely a simple man, broken, fatigued, covered by dirt to do that I am bade.
Calloused palms bear tools to ply my trade.
Rise before the sun, for capital made.
Rashness of words chosen, a temper to flare,
Temptations succumbed and trials to bare.
How through this journey can I stumbling fare?
Tis arrogance for myself to dare, or of my life compare,
To those before who avoided the snare.
Each rising sun illuminates each fail on the trail, to those great, in comparison I pale.
There is no cry, no howling wail,
No trusting ear to hear my tale.
Within the canyon of despair, echoes doubt and shame,
Oh the spirit so difficult to tame,
A healthy man, yet crippled and lame.
Drink from the cup ones broth of blame,
For many suffer as I the same.
Into the froth of life’s waves I’ll fade away,
Beneath times sea buried past days,
A storm above, beneath I pray,
Upon these knees hear me say,
For He to take that pain away,
Aid me no longer off the path to stray.
Fill again my chest, to rise above the rest, to again be my own man, the best.
