• For all the world I could give to you,
    Your faith is fairly shaking.
    For all the love I could give to you,
    Beneath the skin you're breaking.
    For all in my mind's Madness,
    The world we struggle through,
    Is simply lost in direction
    With not a clue with what we should do.
    To those it seems that
    While making it roll along,
    Forever is the clutching hands
    Of the Weak and Small.
    The strong ones do not last at all,
    In the forever dawn,
    they simply crack beneath the world,
    Afraid, lost, and alone.
    For all the world I give to you,
    I do not choose acceptance,
    For everyone is a Sinner,
    And may the best Sinner win.