Avec moi
When alone, I am never.
When in company, I am always in good hands.
I wear a chain on my neck, with a cross to hold me together,
yet our God may be different.
You may call yours father,
How ever I call mine Dad.
With every push and every struggle,
I feel more than my own strength
through every tustle.
If I may ever be stripped from everything I have
You cannot take the chain on my neck,
For it is too strong, of a man who just passed.
Dad, father, friend
You given me the strength I need to go on.
That is why I'm never worried if I'm alone
Parce-que tu es tousjours,
Avec moi.
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