I cant find a way over this mountain
I know its not too long before I find a way back home
Over and over everyone else wins
Here I am again with my head in my hand
Should I have been someone else?
Only God knows how the cold wind blows
God its cold
I have no gold and Im getting old
If it had any value my soul would be sold
I dont fit the mold
This is true I feel blue
Copyright 2025 Sean Ferree
