Many days go by,
When I stop and think if my life is a lie.
I wonder why,
I turned out to be so shy,
Or can’t stop eating junk food,
No matter how hard I try.
The fact is, as I take one perspective,
It is the Lord who has made me,
And my characteristics are ones that he has selected.
But as I stop and look back into my life as it is,
I realize its similar to things my mom did.
Shy as a child, grew up to be wild,
Sounds a lot like my kinda style.
And it took me a while, however with a smile,
I’ve now understood the answer to this peculiar trial.
As I think of Jamaica and my great roots,
I smell the fragrance of the fresh sweet fruits.
And I take a time machine back into time,
And begin to see the life that is now mine.
I picture my mom in her time of grace,
It is here where I have received my special traits.
From my homeland, the country which is so great,
My roots are mine, and that is my faith.
Strong Roots
