What hope have I
To live or die,
If I never measure up?
If I'm never good enough?
If I'm always second-best,
I never get to rest;
I always must compete,
But I never feel complete.
I'm so tired of this life--
The never-ending pain and strife--
The door is shut,
And God is silent to me.
What reason have I
To live or die,
If life's a never-ending race,
And grace has passed me by?
