I don't know why I'm here
I know what I fear
I know why I tear
might as well go home
nothings here to cheer
I like that chair over there
its like one I had before
I used to sit on the floor
consuming small portions
wishing I had some more
asking God "why I have to be poor"
didn't know no better
didn't know I could make it better
all I had to do was get up
change my mind to change time
didn't happen overnight
still it came out of the blue