I'm a hustler homy
People guess about me
And they don't know
Anything about to show
God real faith
See what the Word says
It flows smooth like a river of delights
I like it like life in the day of light
I must make it real
Then Jesus will feel
My heart my soul
I will be in control
Through your faith by your power
He'll be your Lord in this hour
Give me honour for this pray:
"Jesus, I honour Thee with thy Ways"
In search of a day to search for serenity
Against this abased society,
A quest stays on for a time
To outcry against the wind of a warfare eternity.
Out against the winds of tormented sunshine
Hassled by sped bureau clock,
His quest remains on for a time
To outcry against the wind of a compulsive barge.
Loaded by books the teen rushed for the schoolbus
Tensed up yester forgotten task,
His quest let out mutedly on for a time
To outcry against the wind of an academic mask.
Bumbled by responsibilities she dished out from her kitchen
Half boiled egg, two toasted bread and cup of tea,
Her quest bog down on for a time
To outcry against the wind of an homy bonded sea.
Lost by words, justification against sour litany
Countrymen beefed and he pled,
His quest for an ally against busts
Out cried against the wind of a cordial grade.
An ailed soul by the dustups of barbarism
She pleaded for a penny and held obscurity
Her quest for a snug refuge
She out cried against the wind of savagery.
In search of a day to search for serenity
Against this abased society,
A quest stays on for a time
To outcry against the wind of a warfare eternity.
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