Pot of Gold

There's no pot of gold at the end of my rainbow,
This I surely know.
No light I can see at the end of my tunnel,
So where the hell does it go?

Uncertainty of destiny,
this road I walk alone.
Reality or fantasy?
when will I find my home?

A place for me to feel free,
A place I call my sanctuary,
Free from the pain and suffering this life is dealing me.

I want to see the light my lord,
I want my pot of gold.
Oh let me feel happiness before I'm grey and old.