The sun has set-I'm still breathing
I close my eyes to think on some things...
I'm all alone without a home-I have a need to pray: It's another day that You kept me-kept me from the storm and rain
You didn't have to do it Lord, but you decreased my body pain
I don't know how you find the time to protect the working class and me
I guess until I meet You, the answer will be a mystery
In closing, I ask You for a place of residence
The basics are fine-no need for fanciness
I wish to leave this world knowing that I tried
to get ahead & earn my piece of the American Pie
This is my prayer for I am homeless
Lord, please hear my humble cry.
@ 1995
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