City

Im a poor pilgrim of sorrow
Thrown into this wild world alone
No hope have I for tomorrow
I decided to make Heaven my home
Sometimes Im thrown and driven
Sometimes I dont know where to run
Ive heard of a city called Heaven
Ive decided to try to make it my home
In a city called Heaven
I decided to make it mine
My mothers already in glory but
My fathers still walking in sin
My brothers and sisters walk about me
The truth is sinking in
Ive been good, Ive been wicked, boy
Teach me to forget all that I know
Ive heard of a city called Heaven
And thats where the hell Im gonna go
In a city called Heaven
I decided to make it mine