Don’t ask me why
I am a child of God
Don’t ask me why
I am a middle class person
Don’t ask me why
I made friends with poor people
I don’t like the rich people at
ALL
Because they despise the poor

How will I spend my days
Every single days
I don’t want to spend my days alone
Do not forsake my father
He is the man
That create all of us
Children of my Father
In his image
Many years image
We all look different from each other
Some have blond hair and blue eyes

I get so much
Satisfaction washing
God’s people’s feet
Also when I teach
The bible to God’s
People they become
Hungry for the bible
It was God that wrote
The bible
With his holy hands
A long time ago

I keep in the right direction step by step

I keep on moving, step by step
Through the sunshine, through what’s left
In my life, I need a hand to hold
Friends and family, they’re my gold
Sometimes I fear the night, it’s true
Afraid of silence, afraid of who
I might be without arms to lean
But I wake each day, chase the dream
Oh, I fin…Read More