That I loved many with a heart
That I did more when I shouldn't
That I told Stephanie she was too fat
That I told Ola to give up & not fight it
That I didn't pray like my mama did
That I show no remorse when wrong
That...that I don't know how to Love.

I wonder,
Why we thrive to attain much,
And it ends with eulogy in church?
Why we struggle to make ends meet,
Praying fervently at his holy feet?
Why we choose to live,
And make others believe?
Why we must know love,
And not given a handy glove?
I wonder,
When I go in six feet
Will I be in thy holy kit?
I am for the Lord
I wonder if he'll send His holy cord?

Pray
The feeling, I consume hate
The thought, I get it all late
The grace, I know little of my fate
The movement, I move, stuttering towards
  the gate

Amen
To the thoughts I own
To things I'll achieve
To the fact I'm grown
That nothing will make me grieve.

On the day I go in
A band of dancers, around
A drum of wine for guest
I have lived and caroused life, will be said
The journey to the great beyond
begins,
With the loss of air
No tears, No dark linen
A debt to pay is death
At the end, we credit our Father

A curse I say, the thing of the heart
Must one love and be loved?
For the sunset and sunrise we lay
Tis growing high like a seed in clay
Say, must we hold on no matter
The reverberation of Earth pulls apart
For better No worse, is it love?
A curse I say, the thing of the heart.