Sitting here staring at a blank page,
Wondering what to say...

Always packing,
Four different homes...

The Lord is our Shepherd,
And we are His sheep...

I have a friend,
My bestest friend...

I have another mother,
She's really great and grand...

Tell me why,
Why do you treat me so bad...

I wish I were there,
Holding you tight...

I've got my worms,
I've got my pole...

I must quench this unbearable thirst,
Give into the supplement of the red...

America is like a rainbow,
Many different colors...

I can do it,
I know I can...

I must cut this all away,
My blood for your love...