Dazzled in wealth with milk and honey flowing, I look to my face

Silk from head to toe no corn in my row but my emotions have no place

at the mountain top, success on the clock with no sense of direction

living like a rose, glitter, glam pose and consumed with outward

perfection.

                                     I can’t. I can’t live without God.

Humans look upon the outward appearance but God looks upon the heart

Without God I have no peace inside, I am a well-groomed corpse rotting by part.