Seeing spot flash before my eyes,
in perfect time with my life,
flashing before my eyes.
My eyes, my eyes,
oh, what they
have seen,
over my years of many.
When will it end,
I grow so weary,
from trying and trying
to earn reward.
Will the day come,
my place be found,
and prize be won?
Am I even worthy,
though I try so hard,
all up hills, mountains,
against winds too strong.
