Phatt Matt Poet I do not know?

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

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