When will the wind blow so hard

To take me off my feet

To a place where my enemies are barred

And life tastes so sweet.

When will the sun shine so bright

That I can live in the early morning light

And I will no longer be clouded in my sight

When will the water be so cold

To sooth me when I’m old

And help me still the mold of bad society.

When will the earth be so kind

And guide me in my mind

To the end of this dark tunnel

To finish the job I am here for

And end this dark little passage.