My Final Procedure

I am a poor cerebral palsy man full of sorrow Born into this wide world alone I have no hope for tomorrow Somehow I have a notion That there is a city called heaven I can make it my home These unseen forces makes It difficult to reach Sometimes I am tossed and driven Lord Sometimes I don't know where to roam But I heard of a city called heaven So started to make it my home My grandmother left this world My father I never knew died If it is my turn Sometimes I am tossed and driven Lord Sometimes I don't know where to roam But I heard of that city called heaven And started to make it my home