I never will grow weary
Of performing My Father’s will
I never will grow weary
Of writing poems with my quill
Although I must take a leave
I must leave you all on your own
Although I must take a leave
Because I feel you all have grown
I have neglected my wife
And my marriage is now a mess
I have neglected my wife
This is something I must confess
I have placed ya’ll before her
And neglected her quite a bit
I have placed ya’ll before her
Now she is throwing quite the fit
If ya’ll can make up your minds
And ya’ll make the right decision
If ya’ll can make up your minds
And believe that I am the One
Ya’ll know where you can find me
I’ll be here with my family
Ya’ll know where you can find me
That’s only if they will have me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem