There are no harder times like these dire days
There are no quiet nooks to find at night
We stumble and fall in our confused ways
We linger and we toil in our deep plight
The harder we try the harder we fall
Confusion frustration consternation
The signs we can see are around us all
As though these times only bring frustration
Bowed low is the head of the working man
As he fights the threats to put him under
Though he tries his hardest to push his plan
He still fights the notions of surrender
The strength in his arms is what it will cost
And pray with all might that all is not lost