Gold

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 Goldl