Pray I Am A Giver
When I was a baby
All life was fresh and new
When I was a baby
I felt a love so true
And when I was a child
Something got in my eye
And when I was a child
Quickly I learned to lie
When I was a young man
I did not give a damn
When I was a young man
I felt life was a sham
Now that I am older
I have a different view
Now that I am older
I feel I’ve paid my due
When I am a senior
What will I think of then
When I am a senior
What will I think of sin
And on the day I die
When I meet my maker
Pray I am a giver
Not a stinking taker
Edwin Tanguma © 4/4/2014
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