My Life
I wake up
in the morning,
when i'm alive.
I sleep at night,
when i'm alive,
and happy in my heart.
But who keeps my joy,
and keeps my life?
Is it my gun?
No, No, No!
There's a certain man,
powerful of all,
the owner of everything.
He change my life,
without paying a coin,
and he get me what to eat
in time of pain.
Copyright © Sekitto Kisakye | Year Posted 2007
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