I look at the cards that I?ve been dealt,

And often, to my shame,

I slap my hand to the table

And want to call the game.

I say that its not fair at all

To have to play this hand

When I sat down at this table

It?s not what I had planned.

This old world is gonna try

And sell you all kinda stuff

No matter how much you got

They say it?s not good enough.

You gotta buy and barter

Or you will never be whole.

Sometimes they want your money,

Other times they want your soul.

But it?s a lie,

And I ain?t buying it.

What I?ve got inside,

There?s no denying it.

Nothing in this world

Compares to You.

Only You are worthy,

Only You are true.