I hate having night mares When I am sleeping Because I am Already getting fed up With it

I am still the one Who prays for Du First thing in the morning

what I got to do for my Father To accept me the Way I am

Marie is a homeless That died here In Toronto At the bus shelter

That is a poem That talks about how hard Is to live without my father

I know Du still care for me It is my father That is taking care during the winter Because I don't want to die in the straße During the Winter