When day is done and the Sun has set,
A glass of wine in hand and yet,
The memories of those days gone by,
May bring a tear to my eye.
Remembering the first time that we met,
Brings back an emotion, I won't forget.
In the name of the Father
and of the Son,
Religion may not be for everyone.
Do you believe in a higher being?
If you do, you must admit
at this moment, would he omit,
the lying racist from this place,
that most call the Human Race?