My Lord! What can I ask? You gave me everything
Everything came gift-wrapped, sparkled and turned to gold
Gold was the color of sky too, few minutes before the sunset
To watch the sunset I went up to the hills
Hills were my quest where I believed faith would find me
Joy I found on earth during the time I served old and weak
Weak live in depression, pain and brave it all without complain
How do I complain? I am so blessed, my lord!