November 2009
As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries Well the world turns and a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the stree
I'm lookin down Now that its over Reflecting on all of my mistakes I thought I found the road to somewhere Somewhere in His grace I cried out Heaven save me But I'm down to one last breath And with it