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​Covet

This song is by Beautiful Eulogy and appears on the album Satellite Kite (2012).

I heard early in life you deal with the hand your delt
But it was unconcerned words from people who never felt or
Never needed. I pleaded so many times to be seated among
The wealthy only to be greeted with a blank look for looking for help. You can see it in my face, got me dreaming
Of leaving this place to obtain a better life for mine
And aspire to provide for my wife and I. I've never been
Afraid to use my hands or get them dirty, infact I work
Just as hard as any other man. If I could get just one
Wish, my hope would be to get one chance to strike it rich
And switch my circumstance and advance myself to count my
Self as one of them. You know them, the ones who never
Have to pretend to be, who have money for everything, who
Never have any enemies, who write checks then check out and
Never have to worry about anything. I wanna live like that
Because what they got is a lot more appealing than what I
Got. They got no care for me so I should take a little bit
Of what they got, why not?

Fast forward past my formative years and it appears I'm
Stuck here. Looking back on wasted years and I got nothing
To look forward to. Unclear where to steer, where to go or
How to get far from here. Far away from the shed where I
Lay my head and often shed my tears. Deep down I long for
A place to belong, safe and calm. It seems I always went
The wrong way, now all my dreams are gone. No destination
Left for me, no destiny to manifest. Trying to catch butterflies, but I got a hole in my net. I want to escape and
Run away because every day I'm forced to fake it. If the
Opportunity showed it's ugly face then I would take it.
And no one would expect it, guess I never had the heart to
Tell them I wanted a fresh start, 'cause I've been barely
Getting by for a long time. It's easier to leave and never
Have to see them bleed and I might sound like a coward but
Inside I feel powerless. They say the eyes are the windows
To your soul, if so then my windows are broken glass. Shattered pieces that's, where I hide and keep my secrets at.

Before the world began and the fall of man,
You unfolded the drama of salvation's plan,
And though we violate we're cursed by the law,
He sent his son to die and he absorbed it all,
We covet we kill our throats are open graves,
We lie and we steal but he still saves,
It's happening now new hearts will burn,
All creation yearns for the King's return.