These things

I was born in a lovely family
Momma loved to plan
Poppa was a working man
Trying to understand
He'd come home suit and tie briefcase in hand
Exhausted from a days work he could hardly stand
But never would he ever try to be
Anything besides the best father to me
And whether it was sports school or trying to sing
He would say son try to remember these things

. Momma would read the bible late at night
I would listen by the tableside
Even if she was tired from a days work
She would still tell me of all its worth
See son there is one thing you need to know
Keep him first wherever you go
No matter what it is that life may bring
Try to remember these things

Cause it doesn't even matter if you always try
Keep your head to the sky
Everything's gonna be alright
It doesn't matter how hard it gets
Just never forget
The price you been bought with
Even if it never even goes your way
Remember the words that I'm trying to say
And it'll be okay

I struggle with the same things that most do
There's not much of a difference between me and you
So please don't hold me on a pedestal
Cause I'll prolly fall faster then you want me to
But see there's one who came along
Who gave all the meaning to my song
If they make you want to dance and sing
Do it for the King