Pain and strain, life is filled with pain and strain.
Every day a different measure, every day, uncovered treasure.
Everywhere a different path, every day, a sense of wrath.
Every night brings dreams of fantasy, actually better than reality.
Pain and strain, life is filled with pain and strain.
Every day a different cup, every day, a broken glass.
Everywhere confusing roads, a matrix void of any codes.
Every morning the sun brings hope, to watch me fall on a slippery slope.
Pain and strain, life is filled with pain and strain.
Every day a different lesson, a game you win, a game you lose.
Everywhere a different clue, to build a puzzle you did not choose.
Who is there to rescue you? Why would you ask? It is always you.
Descendants of Grace Monergistic Agora 