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