I always ask for him to lend a hand...
But then he's too far to understand.
Right from the time i was a child..
I felt i was protected, dint know it were lies.
I have a gud ear to hear others cry..When i need a shoulder, no ones beside me dunno why.
'M not poor nor am i crippled..
I'm de calm waters, stoned to make ripples.
My purpose unknown, mind filled with doubt...
Is the world better with me or without?
Even today i am left with the pain..
I hope someday he'l listen again
