Back when I was younger,
I was with my mummy and daddy.
She and he were such a lover,
Maybe she’ll be my loving someday.
Tearing up,
Every time she sang.
I’m so rough,
Man, she’s everything.
Golly, I must be Brooks Wollingsworth,
But I’m a man of many kinds of happiness.
My love is what’s it has been since birth,
Never will I be someone out of bleakness.
Above me only God and Jesus,
I’m a Christian.
Praising my words of the Bibles,
But I’m worth praising.
Jump up on the tabletops,
To find out what’s inside.
My world is high as rooftops,
Never will I treat her unkind.
Sweetly I whisper in her ear,
I’m saying I am lovely to trust me.
Never will I become her lover,
Trust me I’m the one who’s so nearly.
Bring me back to my happy times,
Please no matter what it takes.
Just look me I’m the one with crimes,
Don’t let me be the one in heartaches.
Listen, girl, do you love me at all?
Without you in my life is saddening.
I’ll be the beggar on my knees I’ll crawl,
Just listen to my words I’m just babbling.
Poetry