Nobody knows my troubles
they are small particles
and i want them to be BIG
i want Mountains to climb
not mole hills benign
i want them around all the time
i want to prevail
i want i want
I want it to Hail
send me the Clouds
don't shroud me in shrouds
bless me with poverty
and simple pleasures
worthless treasures
lead me through the Lure
to the promised land of poor
as if i could know
what is humility
give me that ability
when everything is all that I've sought
take from me what I think is right
if it's not