Every night after the day,
We lay down in bed and to God we pray...

Choices
It is hard to make a choice...

Sometimes I can still hear your voice,
Replaying itself in my head...

O baby, please don’t cry
Should I tell you why...

There is no place to run,
There is no place you can stay...

There is this beautiful girl,
Gifted with the name Jenny...

I can’t get you out of my mind,
I keep hearing your voice replaying...