My mamma she’s a good woman,
& I can say the same for daddy
In order to make ends meet,
She made the choice to marry
Though she isn’t admitting it, she treats it like a job
Where she comes from, it’s what she learnt
She saw no other way out
Did you hear the wind pass you by
Did you ever hear it sing?
Do you let your heart wonder
About the joy of little things?
The messiah lives in an enviable space
you’ll find him holding court down the hall
He’s even set up his own grand stall
Gathered an audience to appalaud
I crave no praise
I seek no approval
For these are but the refuge of the unsure
I fear no hate
I take no refusal
For no matter what they try and control
nothing was ever written in stone
the final word has never been told