I’M JUST A POOR BOY
No car do i own, socks full of holes, day by day an hourly wage,
I lie there in bed worrying about tomorrow, a bed of my own.
No credit cards or a bank account, my only money in an aging wallet,
A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will gladly serve.
Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where i survive,
Blessings of many in a world of sorrow and strife.
I’m just a poor boy with a smile and a tear, a wish and a fear,
What i lack in gold is made up of treasure discovered everyday.
I’ll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a place of fantasy,
A rich man can’t find, where a poor boy can’t buy.
I’m just a poor boy with so much to give, i give to you,
I’m just a poor boy, what’s a poor boy to do.