We're weaned into this woeful world
Where none of us has willed to come
As through the Universe we're hurled
All bounded by both to and from
'Tis from oblivion we're found
Emerging out our mother's wombs
And to oblivion we're bound
Away beyond our graves and tombs
And what all takes place in between
Considered destiny or fate
Is founded upon sense and scene
Which we do not initiate
What options then are truly ours
What choices, wise or otherwise
Have we perspective on and pow'rs
To confidently exercise
Who here can claim shehe is free
As through this plot shehe is pushed
Until the day shehe, like me
Is catastrophically ambushed
Waylaid by luckless circumstance
Which lay in wait along life's road
Till time afforded it the chance
To live its bitter episode
And then came down disastrously
With grave remorse and grim regret
Misfortune harm and tragedy
Presented like some awful debt
Why must such debts as these be paid
And happiness be brought to doom
How are such obligations made
On which account, when, and by whom?
By the Creator of our lives
The origin of all that lives
Is that who secretly connives
To so blot the light that life gives?
Were that no god of yours or mine
By God we'd damn that god to hell
And all who preached that god's divine
We'd damn their souls to hell, as well
But if that left us with no God
Alone and desolate as Cain
When wandering in the land of Nod
There in godlessness to remain
Like Cain we'd find that much too much
For mortals such as us to bear
For we need some consoling touch
To comfort us in our despair
Here, outside all oblivion
Within life's confines where we're trapped
Without a God nothing gets done
Therefore, to God's will, we adapt
And even as our woes increase
And we damn God who brought their curse
Before that God brought to our knees
We pray, by God, they grow no worse
'Tis from oblivion we're found
Emerging out our mother's wombs
And to oblivion we're bound
Away beyond our graves and tombs
And what all takes place in between
Considered destiny or fate
Is founded upon sense and scene
Which we do not initiate
What options then are truly ours
What choices, wise or otherwise
Have we perspective on and pow'rs
To confidently exercise
Who here can claim shehe is free
As through this plot shehe is pushed
Until the day shehe, like me
Is catastrophically ambushed
Waylaid by luckless circumstance
Which lay in wait along life's road
Till time afforded it the chance
To live its bitter episode
And then came down disastrously
With grave remorse and grim regret
Misfortune harm and tragedy
Presented like some awful debt
Why must such debts as these be paid
And happiness be brought to doom
How are such obligations made
On which account, when, and by whom?
By the Creator of our lives
The origin of all that lives
Is that who secretly connives
To so blot the light that life gives?
Were that no god of yours or mine
By God we'd damn that god to hell
And all who preached that god's divine
We'd damn their souls to hell, as well
But if that left us with no God
Alone and desolate as Cain
When wandering in the land of Nod
There in godlessness to remain
Like Cain we'd find that much too much
For mortals such as us to bear
For we need some consoling touch
To comfort us in our despair
Here, outside all oblivion
Within life's confines where we're trapped
Without a God nothing gets done
Therefore, to God's will, we adapt
And even as our woes increase
And we damn God who brought their curse
Before that God brought to our knees
We pray, by God, they grow no worse