I might in all my glory say that i don't like you
But then again some might think that cruel
After all who am i to judge you or anyone
I myself sometimes act out the fool.
I might in all my glory say i love you
But then again it might be just a lie
After all words mean nothing at all
Yet on words most of us always rely
I might in all my glory say i am strong
But then again i am weak to the core
After all we all pretend to be what we ain't
That's why folks always like us more
I might in all my glory scream and shout
But i shall keep silent, as you would agree
After all at the end of this old life
It shall be God and only God who judges me.
Copyright© Sharon Brady