every night I rest my head,

I rest it sometimes on a bed,

my head is resting but my mind is racing,

my mind is going so fast I feel like pacing,

I have so much to think about,

so many problems, so many thoughts, sorry I'm not trying to pout,

but then I remember a person always there,

to help my mind calm down, to always care,

his name is God, he is like a vine,

their is a fruit inside him a fruit so luxe and fine