I admit I'm not the best,
Was never the best, put to the test...

Embrace your insecurities with grace,
Yet, don't let them dictate your pace...

If I proclaim my visage fair and true,
Who dares to counter what my lips declare...

In liberty's realm, we bear a cross of might,
Our skin, a testament to trials that tower high...

In the depths of my soul, I beg forgiveness,
For I know not the extent of the hurt I caused...

In Christmas's glow, where dreams and joy entwine,
A tale unfolds, of Christ's birth divine...

The devil, once beautiful, desired more,
His craving for power, a treacherous lure...

In a land where snow should fall,
On a Christmas day, unusual...

In Bethlehem's manger, a humble abode,
A savior was born, the son of our God...

Black is not evil, It's a Style so grand
A beauty that's been hidden from our sight...

You who worship yourself,
listen carefully...

In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name...