City Called Heaven

I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow

And I'm left in this whole wide world

I'm left in this world alone

I have no hope for tomorrow, Lord

But I'm trying to make heaven, Lord, my home, my home

Well, sometimes, I am gonna fall, Lord

And I'm driven, sometimes, I'm your child

I don't know which way I can run, yes I can run

But I've heard of a city called heaven

And I'm striving to make heaven my home