I’ve waited on the Lord
To save me from this life
I’ve daydreamed of a house
And someone to call wife
I’ve seen myself chase my passions
I lived a life only for art
Day and night I lived with joy
Making known the things of my heart
I wrote poems better than the greats
My words changed the nations
I was named a legend before my death
And become a topic conversation
But I have yet to live such a life
Mediocrity haunts me to no end
My prayers seem to fall on deaf ears
Neither good fortune or joy call me friend