Each man kills what he loves But my hope will never die Sometimes, I wonder If our parents raised us too well Having to be nice when things don't sit well Making room when I've had enough Even for people clamouring for more I give thanks to God for my parents Everyday of my life Keep the faith, keep the distance Friendly at arm's length, for instance Flow together like brothers and sisters And sometimes, keep distance like strangers God is alive, he's the source of my life When things are tough, my God is enough When things make no sense, I won't despair My God is alive, he's the source of my life I'll keep alive when bad times arrive My God is good, He keeps my hope alive. © el-iyanu 4/11/21