Dear Lord, I know you're watching from up above right now.
I removed my cap from my head and before you, I bow.
I know I asked a dead load of questions on many things.
Of me, of You and of how beggars became kings.
Maybe some were too absurd that you choose to not answer.
Or maybe, you thought I knew from deep down under.
I wish... I wish a lot of things every night and day.
I even kneel by my bedside before I sleep to pray.
What more can I do to turn the wheel back into place?
Is there a special way to keep up with the pace?