No matter what I try, I'm neither wise nor holy
I've lived more as a vagabond than as a saint
I believe human life has potential for good
But more than anything we might be
Violent and endlessly foolish
We are going to die
We are forsaken
We are doomed
And we choose our path to alleviate pain
Choosing the way that allows us to thrive
But most of us are burning and grieving
Barely able to survive, so I choose hope
For I was birthed from my mother's womb
Giving me a chance, against all of life's foes
I know it might lead nowhere I choose to believe
But I am aware that there is no way to fully know
That existence is worth the sorrow
That existence is worth care
