Every single night she would say
"What story did I just read to you".
Id recite til she said "okay".
Me? id only say "to-da-loo"
Stars migrated far from home till
I could call her believes my own.
They shifted me then just laid still.
His Chapel was built on my Stone.
Life continued and my faith was
tested as my knowledge of the
world grew, it was filled with bad pus
so I fell down and took a knee.
Now I see the shadows and have
No fear, for my God is my light.
Recite the words and walk the path
He says. and Now fearless I fight.
See the Hater and the hated
See the Oppressor only rise
while the Minority gets jaded
by the Cruelty in our World.
I feel empty and robbed of some
Equality and Justice that
I felt that I deserved a crumb
of. Instead my anger grew fat.
My only serenity that
worked to ease my mind and the life
threatening urges was the fear
of Hell's gate for the afterlife
Every single night I would say
"which Bible story just saved me"
And I would recite it when times
tempted me to say "to-da-loo".