For the beaten and the broken down

Who never seem to get around

who's skyies are always filled with grey

who's troubles sworm them through the day

Your strength is not gone like Samson and Delilah

 

With the passing of time you start to greave

to close companions who tend to leave

when you feel like the world is against you

you are yourself and you can start anew

Your strength is not gone like Samson and Delilah

 

why must you cry and weap

or even loose amounts of sleep

for little things that never matter

you sound as mad as the Hatter

Your strength is not gone like Samson and Delilah

 

you haven't been given up on

you're not ustable like a fawn

the terrible troubles and turbulous tides

I know someone out there will bare your cries

Your strength is not gone like Samson and Delilah

 

You have survived this far through thick and thin

and even the righteous people tend to sin

you are as stong and stable as Samson himself

just avoid the dazzling Delilah's that appear on your shelf

Your Strength is not gone like Samson and Delilah