All I got in this world is a dream in one hand,
And tears in the other, trying to devise a plan,
To advance to the Promised Land,
Taking the road paved with quick sand,
Sometimes, things are great and I move forward fast,
And the only thing that could catch me is my past,
But, one day it caught me; I tripped, fell and crashed,
Then I sat there and pondered, “Hell can’t be that bad,”
…This sand in my mouth can’t be good for my health,
The hardest part of a hard life is life itself,
The only thing harder is question we ask her:
“Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer,
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,”
Send me a Moses to part the Sea of troubles,
And as I walk through Hell, I see the Canaan at the end of the tunnel,