A word from the wise is a golden prize.
Where a foolish man slept, is where a foolish man lies.
For God is a spirit and prophesies the truth.
And we are his children from different races and roots.
He taught man to love, but men's hearts are cold.
Fear not who can **** the body,
But who can **** both body and soul.

Man sees vanity of pleasure, while God see love in the heart.
Disobedience, lies and impurity will keep God and man apart.
While the man of the world looks for wealth and power,
A Godly man seeks salvation and stores his riches where it cannot wither.

And to all women, true beauty is never seen,
But it's how you're on the inside, makes you a queen.
Never mind the bribes, talks and kisses.
Because men are like snakes and don't all snakes hisses?
Look for a man who stands with God.
And talk his talk and walk his walk.
Because a man who loves you for you is true.
Be spiritually minded and be aware of carnality too.

Nine months she labored,
Baring sweat, exhaustion and pain.
Some men may think it's easy,
But a mother's role isn't an easy game.

Her tears of joy, new baby born,
All laboring is now at an end.
To see her face for the first time,
I am your child my mother,
A lovely God sent friend.

As twelve months pasted, aging 1 to two, to three.
Growing up with love and kindness,
A wonderful boy mom said to me.
Getting older as years stays young,
As mother gets weaker, I got even strong.

One great lesson that I learnt growing up,
Is that God can hear all mother's prayers.
So every child who disobeys and lies,
Understand what mothers are for.
To stand besides you every day,
And pick you up when you fall.

She was a fragile little girl,
Dreams of wondering the world.
A pretty smile to which she sees,
Such loving voice to those she plea.

As sorrows came and all joy goes,
She became pale and white as snow.
"What a beautiful ring," her dad would say,
Knowing he's giving his daughter away.

Trapped indoors, a woman to be.
With no hope of joy, who can she be?
Once a smile but know often pain.
Will she ever in life be free again.

Her life is now torn apart and forever bent,
Like trees that sway with no balance and strength.
Her heart will speak to which she seeks.
But who will answer to a poor child's plea.

Great strength of passion, caring humble, and kind,
What does he think?"can love be mine"?
A fortitude boy, little mind what does he seek.
Love is strong, and I'm subtle and meek,
A deep hole, how? The pit he's in.
My heart is weak and it weeps within.

A brave smile everywhere he goes,
What's on his face is not what his actions show.
"Keep pressing forward and never look back," she said.
Many words of wisdom, from a mother well said,
But did he fell back or did he look in.
My heart is weak and it weeps within.

My final chapter in the book I write.
Isn't God great for the stars in the night.
In the beginning he made man and woman, is't he clever,
Disobey and die, but obey and live forever.
And He is still here, my heart he's in.
My heart is weak and it weeps within.