On Sunday,amid all mocking eyes peering at me, Getting to the bus station on time was more important -more important because I don't owe anyone a plea.
These face masks and tissues when sold out puts food on my table, Today's holy Communion sunday,why mock me when am unable - unable to tell when God will provide. I've been up on these streets which I call home, with no shoulders to lean on, but to pay attention to these eyes peering at me, I'll continue to roam.
Roam every bus station here in Angloga, I mean why would people peer and mock me? I was born on these streets and am unapologetic about that fact. My taterred cloth and my torn blue band slippers is all I've got. So these stares and rumors won't get to me, Trust me for my success,I wish I had the key.
I understand you people peer and mock me for not going to church today, but tell me,how many times must I wash my sins away? - away till God decides to have mercy on me. Let me labour and rest well when time is due. I've been up on these streets which I call home, with no shoulders to lean on,but to pay attention to these eyes peering at me, I'll continue to roam.