So much for this cross to bare

And this lot in life to share

With but so little care

For Redemption;

And what is there to say

For the future of decay

When all our fathers prayed

For redemption?

If, like winds upon the masts,

Nothing ever truly lasts,

Then what is there steadfast

In redemption?

So I’ll continue on this road

Where happiness in none bestowed

Nor anything is owed

But redemption.