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