Just a tramp I am not since a mission I’ve got:
Like the seed of corn I want growth to be born
and the land of my self come to life giving life
letting children be claimed. By my name I am aimed.
Being called by The Lord means a mission is stored
by which I will strike roots and my children bear fruits.
Maybe not to be found better mould than your ground,
baby, roses at ease. Will you marry me, please?