Memory

I don`t want to be a memory

I don`t want

To be remembered

Only after the dirt will have

Crumbled over my

Lifeless body

I don`t want to be a memory

Please Lord,

Don`t let that tragedy befall me

Don`t let me be a victim

Of dead personalities

Remember me

And recognize me

Cherish me now

And appreciate me

Stand by me today

And let us chart this journey

Together in strength

And unity

But please, don`t archive me

And lock me in the vault

Of forgotten memories

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My Story

You don`t know my story

You`ve never listened

To my song

You`ve only choose

To accuse me

Of all the things I’ve

Done wrong

But I’m here by faith

It is the only thing which

Keeps me going on

Many days I can`t lift my eyes unto the hills

Because they are heavy

With tears

So I choose to get down

On my knees

And cried to the only person

I knew would understand

The language of my tears

But you see

You`ve never had trouble

And you`ve never had pain

You`ve never been out

Of water

And just dying for the lord

To send some rain

You`ve always had people

That cared about you

So you`ve never felt ignored

Every now and then

So you can stand there

And pretend

But the lord is my witness

Because he`s the only one there

When I’m having sleepless nights

So when you see me smiling

Smile with me

And if the Holy Spirit prompts you

Pray for me

Because there is nothing stronger

Than a Christian family

Lord I give you all

My praises

And rejoice thankfully

That throughout my storms

You calmed the mighty winds for me

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Poverty

All my life I’ve lived

In poverty

I toiled and suffered

And battled it daily

Poverty is a demon that deprives you

Of everything you have

Poverty, poverty

I was born in poverty

I lived in poverty

I have felt the shame and disgrace of poverty

 I have felt the brutal assault of reality

When it comes to poverty

My very life is the perfect example of poverty

I yearned for riches

But none would come

My way

All I see is just poverty

Rearing its ugly head everyday

Poverty, oh my lord

Why poverty

Why me? I often asked

Only wishing that this

State of life

Would soon pass

But it forever lingers

With no intent of relief

This state of poverty

Is causing me too much grief

Poverty, poverty

Need I say more?

Well it seems I will

Have to remain poor