Maybe We Could (poem)

Maybe we could
Could try to be real good
Work like we feel we should
Would we be happy then?
Would that fill our longin'
Feeling like we done our part
Never letting go of our hearts

Maybe we could
Could try to be real good
Never thinking of ourselves
While thinking of others instead
Would we be happy then?
Making others happy
Feeling like we've sacrificed our heart
And when they've ended we're still on start

Maybe we could
Could try to be real good
Always doing the good things we think we should
Instead of the bad things we wish we could
Would we be happy then?
Full of willpower, forcing a grin
But it's all a lonely deception
'Cause we know it's still just pretend

Maybe we could
Could try to be real good
Good at getting anything we craved
No cares, no matter how depraved
Wouldn't we be happy then?
After all that we'd tried and everywhere that we'd been
Shouldn't we be happy by then?
Yet under all the guise and trend
Why does it still feel like sufferin'


Maybe we could
Could try to be real good
Only understanding that underneath the skin
Lies something called sin
And we wouldn't feel happy then
Until asking forgiveness and amen
'Cause truly that is the Cause
And the cure is only being made pure
Oh that blessed peace and assurance we will feel when
Our Lord and Savior is finally felt, within

Maybe
That forgiveness, the sin
Maybe we could....

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