copyright Chris Lizotte



Here's to the women abandoned by her husband 

Who left her for another woman 

And to her children for half the love they've been given 

Has left them all of a sudden 

Blessed are those who mourn 

For they shall receive great comfort 

But still i found death seems to bring forth life 



All your heartaches 

All your sufferings 

All your trials... 

Are Gold 



Here's to the woman who's left to raise her children 

She doesn't know the first thing about how to make a living 

And all the birthdays, and ballgames, and Christmas mornings will never be the same 

Blessed are the poor in spirit 

For theirs is the kingdom of heaven 

But still i found death seems to bring forth life 



All your sorrows 

All your pain 

All your trials...are Gold