by Mark Kaven Lazaro
I don't understand why they are opposing
They are rejecting me like spiting unwanted food
Behind of my intention to save them from dying
Making believe to the one most great God
As I journey in this world I feel stranger
For everything comes against my culture
Behind of how I utter is to save them from danger
Yet they look sharply like a vulture
Then someone told me who's like me
"Brethren this world is not our home"
Now I know why they are use to be
I am a citizen of heaven someday I will come
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