RMC

Bless the air that gives breath,
and those who I’ve hindered
from the songs I’ve rendered
from birth that I got off my chest.

I love to think I can go on,
singing a joyous song.
I wish others could ride along
and see me at my best.

I don’t know what that is,
proud is my heart it’s loud
to confess the err in my ways
for gone is the haze now.

My body aches it’s not fake
that age it has found me.
And as the day turns I can see
God is the same he kept his vow.

The Lord has shown me how
I falter every day as I pray,
see this glutton I know how
proud I was but father time stays.

I can reflect the effects of joy
I am blessed beyond measure.
I am blessed I confess if I could
I would walk light as a feather.

The weight of my regrets I get
to understand every day
of what is my will and how it
is different from God’s way.

Of the earth I am but dirt,
but I try wear my cleanest shirt.
I fancy the back of skirts so
I guess my pain in the end will hurt.

Just a man release the hounds,
for amongst them I won’t be found.
I am of the dirt the ground,
I know sin my friend drink them down.

I have no conquests my chest
is a lie I hold out proud.
The loud sound you hear dear
is my steps trying to follow the crowd.

I want to fit into a square
fair and live simply there,
where no one can see my face
as if I wasn’t there I’m not prepared.

For the world is chaos lost
is the meaning of love.
I swear by all the Saints
true love comes from above.

I have to look at my face
every day is why I pray.
I will not cross barriers made
by those I suppose want me away.

So I recede my will I will
put down this frown and see love
in the simple things that come from
the love of God’s Son.

Tempted for awhile I try
to ignore my passion in fashions
but the reason I do things
is just for a small smiles ration.