The same God that made you, made me too.
I may be weak, you may be strong
I may be strong, you may be weak
But that will pass, we’ll change again some more.
Some days we’ll cry, some days we’ll dance
I will fall down, you will regret
You’ll celebrate, I will get up
Cause in the end the same God
Made me and made you too.
I am a woman, at times confused
You are confused, at times a man
May walk alone or hand in hand.
We cry out loud and make no sound
Or talk too much, forget to touch
The child within who’se lonely often
Or lays thus crushed under an inner coffin.
We speak in vain and often roar
Our hearts pretend while minds do war.
What’s dark in us somebody one day will expose
What’s great in us mostly will be ignored.
And thus we roam among the people of this earth
Some do pretend, some are content
But in the end we realise
The falsehood in another’s life
Was once thus whispered in their head
By broken people whom knew little of love’s bread
But kept repeating a leaned script instead
Of words which hurt, or maybe brought some light content
Some spoke encouragement. In the end
Most kept the hope high as a trend
Which one are you?
I hope I am the second. And now the end.- By Carmen McKnight