Mama says there’s a God Who watches over the weak, And turns their bad days into a fruitful week. Mama says there’s a God Caring for the poor, Whose love for us will ever pour. Mama says I shouldn’t be scared For it will be better, even if I am scarred. I want … Continue reading Mama Says There’s A God
I’ll laugh till my light goes off
I’ll dance; and when my feet
Are too weak to move,
My eyelids, till they close,
Will move to the rhythm.
Most humans are too human to be humane.