Our life is a song

When hard times are too long, a hit from the bong moves me along

The all seeing eye, watching, like the moon stocking

A guardian angel following, keeping me from the clutches

Or, am I Satan himself

Watching, laughing, unwilling to help

The I is placed before the U

Your chain of circumstance, I cannot undo

Repent before me, your pride and ego

Your strongest fight, you will never let me go