4+20 years ago I came into this life The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife He was tired of being poor And he wasn't into selling door to door And he worked like the Devil to be more A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul Night after sleepless night I walk the floor and want to know Why am I so alone? Where is my woman, can I bring her home? Have I driven her away, is she gone? Morning comes the sunrise and I'm driven to my bed I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head I embrace the many colored beast I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace? And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease. Stephen Stills = most underrated songwriter ever