Something candid, something cheerful, some demanded
We played the game and moved the pieces, with our plans
And all of God's children made plans, and useful schemes
And yet I was still, wrapped in clothes of misunderstanding
Trying to address the problem at hand

Something candid, something cheerful, some demanded
We played the game and moved the pieces, with our plans
Was I one of God's children, could the light come to one...
My clothes, old and tatered and everyone else slick and
Magazine sleak and with success at hand

Could I bring light to one
is the gleam and sparkle gone
My eyes know a past of suffering
Incomprehensible to others, no one would understand
The gates of hell's door were always open, on bruised knees
a litany of chants dwelled in my house: devil go from my life.....

Bring light to one, as my bleeding knees need comfort
as i stared at a basket of fresh juicy red plums
upon the dining table, fruit, sweet and mellow...
on my knees, as I was not the devil's fellow!