Struggling up the mountains like a snail

Lost and found and lost and found again
Struggling up the mountains like a snail
So much suffering in the world of man

Must there be a meaning to our pain?
Empathise with Jonah in the whale!
Lost and found and lost and found again

Why do we go tense when we are lame?
Why feel like  murderous monsters out on bail?
So much suffering in the world humane

Do we get to know  with healing pain?
Stranded on  the pier in a great gale
Lost and found and lost and found again

If God is dead,  where can we make our claim?
Will we die well  when  our life has failed?
So much suffering in the world humane

Like  little boats we’re  tossed up  with no sails
Nor do we ever leave a vapour trail
Lost and found and lost and found again
Suffering   splashed  around  like   blood ,like paint