This is my joy, this is my bliss,
I can’t deny, how blessed I feel,
Each day I cherish, what God provided,
Each night I thank, this space I own.
I found my place, my purpose clear,
My wife so kind, her heart is fair,
A house now home, my son declares,
I’ll keep you safe, my vow they hear.
I work so hard, to keep us there,
The bills stack high, each night I try,
To share a smile, and keep them calm,
Money seems to talk, credits out for walks.
Working class to poverty, each day a letter,
Each bill in red, life grew too quick,
Risks just got real, fear sets in quick,
Wife now feels scared, son still plays on.
Worked twice as hard, food twice the cost,
Sold all my stuff, still bills to sort,
Lights now cut, reality so cruel,
Dad fell short, son not your fault.
Ten years on, way down these tracks,
Wife packed and gone, son still the one,
I broke my vow, couldn’t keep them safe,
I’m all alone, but they’re still my own.
By Julius Fa