And the Treasure Near

When the hope grows dark, even desolate. I seek that power, that love, of doing whats right. To play lifes living, humbly, seeing its beauty. Understanding those, who want to love you. Taking as it comes, the slow winding down. The mystery of a life and a death. When men have no clothes, behind which to hide. Only good to wear, from the way they lived. For all will be known, the end makes it clear. that there is treasure, and it's very near!