Some may think: there is no God.
Some may refuse the joy of life.
A late night with music and stars.
I am happy, I am no man's wife.

Jesus was the one, who reflects the light.
Starving people somewhere, waiting.
A miracle is what we need to survive.
Some people use all their life hating.

I am in a far-away-shore.
Drifting with words and rhymes.
Some may call me whore,
that's what I call myself sometimes.

When a relationship ends, a new one begins.
Many men so far I have met and had.
Still there is One Man in my heart who reigns.
And He never calls me bad.