Gangsta Sta (28 August 1966 / Cape Town, South Africa)
Some withdrawn, some content,
Others sit with heads down bent
With shoulders slant,
With shoulders straight
But all of us has sorrows weight.
We talk we share
And yes we even give,
A smile so rare
The pain forms tears in someone’s eyes
But yet it somehow dries.
In all this did we find
The neighborly love that Jesus bound
That light we find in all appear
When sorrows comes just too near.
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