He spat on the ground to demonstrate,
He’s uncomfortable when I cry,
And upset when I fall ill,
Night and day he prays for me,
I shan’t suffer for his sins.
I’m part of his heritage,
If other children stood before him,
He would not find any compared with me,
Every night when I lay down to sleep,
He visualizes my graduation day.
When I struggle to play at the beginning of a new day,
He imagines my wedding day,
If a snare is hidden on my path,
I shall walk over it and not be ashamed,
For the immunity of heaven cover’s his child,
This is what my daddy had said.
