THE STREETS THAT MEET ME

I am a sinful man, queer in a certain way
Sitting here wasted on God’s holy day
I am my mother’s son, intelligent and free
Yet chained to a father’s shame upon me.

I sometimes have the urge to eat my little cake
Knowing that these temptations are so fake
The hunger of sugar and sweet makes my knees weak
Shallow promise keeps my mind at it’s peak.

Weak ones casting their so-called power over me
Waking up lost is where I want to be
No pain, happiness, or joy; nothing is my need
I never bloomed, I am just a lost seed.

One day I stumbled upon the streets that meet me
Cheers! A toast lifted by my mom’s hot tea
Presenting a clear path, I knew I felt true love
It came to me by the wings of God’s dove.

I started to respect myself, living each day
It wasn’t to late to find my own way
Home is where I had to take my one lonely stand
The lord, my lion grabbed tight to my hand.

I can see again, I’m filled by God’s grace and light
And I will rise high with all of my might
I am a sinful man, queer in a certain way
Yet this man found much love to claim his day.