Coward

Will my days grow dim?

Will my ship come in?

What kind of rich man would be I?

For today I am a coward

I have fear for what's to come

I have not got the guts to even try

So may your will be strong

May it carry you on

When the burdens of life upon you fall

And may your ship have iron sides

And your riches multiply

May you have the strength of mind to turn from greed

Hold fast to love

Let go your pride

May you ever be satisfied

Let not your excess hide from those in need