Hi, this is my first try! I think its nearly right. Have fun!!! cappo 2nd I'm Peter van der Hold I'm 68 years old I doubt some questions have increased In 42 years of being a priest I'm at the end of my life I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive I often don't know what to say When I talk to Him, when I pray In reply I receive Only silence, no relieve I've waited in vain for a little advice from that great voice in ethereal skies Once I was revolutionary A devoted mercenary A gifted student in God's hands Now I'm old and sick of his demands I tried to be honest and good Did my job the best I could But I always stayed that average man Right in the spot where I began During the grieve with which I've dealt Spent three decades since I've felt ... The certainty I so adored 'bout the existence of the Lord I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I'll give him to my perish Things I don't have myself but cherish And namely love and charity Mostly purpose that's what sets you free So I'm where the metaphores Are not comforting anymore I think I'm almost done with my search Got old so fast even in my church But feels as if I'm kept out Some sort of secret about The meaning of live sometimes Can't fail to notice these are mediocre types I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago ...and so on