pieces of folded paper cover the holes in my shoes. my bills are past due which is nothing new . i walk past the restarant where people are eating and my stomach sends out a reminder that its time to eat. walking on tired and weary feet. but never will i boo who , my faith that things will change will never be displaced,God will help me win the race the sweet nector of Victory my lips will always taste.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
pieces of folded paper cover the holes in my shoes. my bills are past due which is nothing new . i walk past the restarant where people are eating and my stomach sends out a reminder that its time to eat. walking on tired and weary feet. but never will i boo who , my faith that things will change will never be displaced,God will help me win the race the sweet nector of Victory my lips will always taste.