I drift off now and think of days
When it was easier to laugh and play
Thoughts of the future were not seen
It was never harsh and mean
Now too much depends on me
But my eyes are clouded, I can't see
I ask the lord to show me how
And down to him I do bow
His guidance I know will be true
But I can't see because I'm blue
I know better days are just ahead
But my mind inside is feeling dead

October 9, 1990