Lord, since I first left my mother's womb, I was looking for a way back in.
Your world has me blowing like a dry leaf the wind,
Trying to make sense of this life any way that I can,
And deceiving myself with the cunning ways of Man.
I thirst and hunger; I love and need comfort,
I have fought over dollars and worldly power as if it were water and bread.
The answer is You, O' Lord.