Sometimes my ways can make you turn away
But think about it, bt the end of the day
If you see me and you know me then look at my face
Can't you tell, doesn't something seem out of place
The stress that has pulled upon my head.
Makes me wonder, is it really better to be dead
I sit, and I try to think the more I get hot


there are times when i gage deep into the sky
And I ask my lord Jesus why?
I wait and I wait for answer
but little by little my heart starts to be fastewr

My body then trembles and my eyes, they water
Then I stop and thank the lord that I am his daughter
But when I think about him I understand
that way
That's why I stop thinking about it
And live my life everyday...