Birds chirping in the mornings beams
the dew is fresh on the ground...
I am an artist in the world of my imagination...
painting up a new story everyday...
It's times like these I'm sure there's a devil
And I'm pretty sure he don't like me...
As I wonder of old time's flight,
Wondering why things are...
Mysterious as the life of stars, I live on.
I never wanted it to be like this...
I thought it would be nice to share this poem with...
And it sounds kind of like a call...
You say through prayer we will survive
You say through sin we learn to strive...
His son 'Jesus Our Saviour" to save
Each and everyone "God" gave...
You were there when no one want to land me a hand,
just to know there is someone who care...
It's raining when he cries of your sins and bad...
It's thundering when he's furious and mad...
You were the holy father,
A saint to many...
You say that I'm ugly,
I don't really care...