First Principles

It may be an ugly boast
To complain about what you haven't got
But if there's anything
That could be called our common theme
It's our suffering, that unholy thing

Child of woman, how we fight
What we justify
What we all suffer through this life

Child of woman, child of light
Who's born to die
We all suffer in this life

All of my days I live in worry that I don't deserve
All of the blessings
My good fortune has served up to me

I, I find it hard to justify
My ill ease
Is it nothing but the selfish complaints
Of a privileged child

All of my days I live in worry that I don't deserve
All of the blessings
My good fortune has served up to me
All of my days I live in worry that I'm a fraud
All of my days I live in worry that I'm a fraud

If the choice is one between an aching heart and insanity
If the choice is one between an aching heart and insanity
Would you walk away, walk away?

If the choice is one between an aching heart and insanity
Would you walk away, walk away?
If the choice is one between an aching heart and insanity
Would you walk away, walk away?



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Kress
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