LITTLE SAINT

I am a little boy but
I am a little saint
                   I am a little lamp 
                   I pastured in sward
I hate my past days
I hate it like a burned cracker
                    When I denial my parents and
                    When I done false hoods
He saw me the proper way and
Warned me to walk on the way
                      When I felt despertion and 
                      Loneliness in my young life
I saw him like a shadow breeze
He told me good things like a friend
                       I understood the fact that
                        He was my Jesus