Why do I find myself here, all on my tod, Listening to this song 'The Goodness of God.' All my life you have been faithful, true, All my life you have been so, so good, true, With every breath that I am able, I will sing of the goodness of God. And yet here am I, alone, still wondering, just what fate has hurled, Two good lives taken, by the stains, of a wounded, broken, world. I just don't get you sometimes Lord, and it's so blooming hard to survive, Yet here, here I am,