I can’t help that I am who I am,
A writer, a poet, an artist, a baby,
a crier who cries,
sheds tears like lies,
oh what contradiction you are —
a giant surprise!
look in his eyes,
water will form,
smiles will swarm
and turn all those leaves like a storm,
for believe me he’s tough,
tough as his faith,
difficult as can be,
almost impenetrable —
it’s a blessing he fears the Lord.