Lirama

Traveling down a lonely highway
I knew not where the road would end
not a penny in my pocket
all alone without a friend
in a little country village
I met a man and he was blind
as I helped him cross the highway
oh lord I cried, 'his burdens are greater than mine'
I can see the light of day
I need not feel my way
yes thy burdens are greater than mine

Met a lad wile on my travel
trying hard to play the game
though his leg was very crippled
and he could not speak his name
yet he smiled in understanding
though live to him have been unkind
and as I watched I cried in sorrow,
'oh lord, I see his burden are greater than mine.'
I can speak my name aloud
make my way among the crowed
yes his burdens are greater than mine

Just by change I passed a grave yard
I saw a young man kneeling there
in his hands there were some roses
on his lips there was a prayer
on a stone these words were written
your soul is gods your memory mine
and as I watched I cried in sorrow,
'oh lord, I see his burdens are greater than mine.'