From my screenplay with the same title

Folk Song
There are treasures on earth
that are hidden from view,
like the air’s clear vapors
that turn into dew.

We struggle and sweat
this cruel world to survive,
not one of us here now,
will long be alive.

But we’ll never give up
Life’s too precious to leave,
We’ll keep right on searching
He will help us believe.

I looked the world over,
Wandering for years,
Finding nothing but grief
And shed lots of tears.

I sought self-fulfillment
In all the wrong places,
My biggest mistakes
Were all pretty faces.

I asked myself often
“What good is success?
And the fast cars I have,
Or even the way that I dress.”

Is this all there is?
Hypocrites and liars,
False people galore
With their phony desires?

Then suddenly I knew,
When my heart nearly burst,
I was searching the wrong places,
Not putting God first.

But who is this God
Who hovers above?
Can He be the source
Of our yearning for love?

To love and be loved
Is the goal of the wise,
For they know full well,
that, like God,
true love never dies.