I'M JUST A POOR BOY


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


  I lay 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