Sweet Success

Success

Not the

prettiest nor brightest

Not the
craziest or flightiest

Not the
biggest lamp nor holiest walk

Or the

sweetest tongue or ways of talk


With heavy heart and empty hands

I approach the throne of all the land


Nothing to have or give to you

Not a talent or trick to show

Only your love to carry through

The darkest nights I row


Through the rivers 0f

doubt

depression

delirious obsession

trying to prove

I am worthy of you