I'M JUST A POOR BOY


  No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day
  An hourly wage,


 I lie there In bed worrying about tomorrow, a bed 
 Of my own.


 No credit cards' or a bank account, my only money In 
 An aging wallet,


 A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will 
 Gladly serve.


 Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where 
 I survive,


 Blesses of many In a world of sorrow and strife.



 I'm just a poor boy with a smile and a tear, a wish 
 And a fear,


 What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure discovered 
 Every day.


 I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a 
 Place of fantasy,


  A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't buy.



 I'm just a poor boy with so much to give, I give to you,



 I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.


               Keith Garrett