Hard at Best



Hard at best , hard at best , lifes hard at best
I lie on my bed but I never can rest


With wisdom comes sorrow and troubled strife
I can't find a peace or a comfort in life
Comes to mind in the misery and memory of fact
The fool true knowledge of a long wasted past


Ghost like visions drive me insane
They focus clear cut on things I can't change
Oft times I've pondered to often to tell
'bout the thief up in heaven and the angels in hell


Alone in the twilight the moon hangin' high
I pray to my God that I would just die



-Rob McNurlin
copyright Buffalo Skinner Music BMI