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
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.