-1Again & Again

Whoa is me, my foe creeps in, how dare you rear your ugly head?
Oh, whoa is me, you chase and you catch me.
Low am I, my flesh has found me.
Sad and poor am I, my spirit is suffering.
Gloomy heart, cheer up
When you fall our lover will pick us up again.
He does not let us fall, and not turn to learn.
The things worth keeping, are the gifts he gives.
Whoa is me, my flesh must die.
Therefore his spirit can breath again.