The One

Will there ever be one?

Surely none are worthy.

That's what mama used to tell me,

Said they all play dirty.

Could it be true?

Saggy pants and nosey hands,

That's really what they all do?

I refuse to believe.

I just can't see

That there's no "he" that is 'he' for me.

Don't you see? It's meant to be.

A nation of greatness born unto me.

Me and he, whoever that may be.

It's in the plan of the land,

I am woman, you are man.

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