What if tomorrow
I found I were not
really up to scratch
That all I had to
give to my world didn’t
sum up to much
what seems to make all
content and happy
would look to me
so vain and pointless
I’d feel as hopeless
as a lost key
Should I tomorrow
(‘cos I walk day by day)
find out I’m not as
true as I say
I’d shoot out my doubts
Try sort my life out
Find back my way