Tired, Worn And Sad

Day by day, week by week,
Time and again I yearn and seek,
For the day I’ll find the place,
Where every one turns their face.

To a place where we can see,
Something out there bigger than me,
A place where no one ever lies,
A place where no one ever dies.

When that day finally comes round,
What is it that we all will have found?
That we stand tall, no longer sad,
That day will come and we will be glad.

For that touch, that soothing grace,
That puts us all in the place,
A place where no one ever lies,
A place where no one ever dies.