I believe God gave me most of this song to write.
Maybe you’ll identify with it…
As I walk down the street I see people pass me by.
Faces like zombies they seem to ask me, “Why?
O, why is my life, man, not better than it is?
Pain squeezes my eyes, crawls out from deep inside.”
“I need some hope more than you know,
But I just won’t let my feelings show.
‘Cause too many times my heart has been stepped on.