What I really want
What I really want is something to have
Someone to claim to make me laugh
Could this someone be you?
Maybe, but doesn't a comedian do that too?
So what makes you so different? Hmmmm, I'll never tell.
If I did, you'd know how hard I fell
For the last nut-case who obviously was oblivious to what he had
He could never be a real man like my dad
Well who can I run to is the question I often ask
When I am left alone with no task
Then I realize that this break must be something
God must be bracing me for a blessing he has coming
Then I wonder should I ask for a want or pray for a need
I bow my head and get on my knees
Just as I begin to speak, I hear a voice
Saying "Child, is there reallly any other choice
Other than waiting on the Lord, who's been here with you?"
I begin to think of maybe a new boo........
Naw, God is with me, so there is no space for greed
He's all that I want, and the thing I need
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