So much for the faith I kept

So much for the pledges I made

So much for the prayers I sent up

So much for the price I paid



So much for the patience

And so much for the pain

So much for the efforts

That now seem to have been in vain



So much for the joy to be found in small things

So much for the small sufferings

So much for the weep I wept

So much for that night of sleep unslept



So much for everything endured

So much for the complaints

So much for having become inured

So much for a life that with felicity only acquaints