Let My Troubles Fly

Gonna let my troubles circle 
Gonna let ‘em fly
Gonna ease my burden 
Gonna let dogs lie
Ain’t got no money and I’m losing my hair
Singing come on to me sweetness
Lighten my despair

Been racked out of riches
Got the right to refuse
Feel brainless and bludgeoned
Like I ain’t got a clue
Per pound of love a box of dynamite
And if I stick around here
I just might lose my life

So come what may, you’re still God’s child
Come what may, you’re still God’s little child

You make as much sense as a safety bomb
You get cut down and you call it a fall
Well you can dress up your promises 
And light the fuse
But it’s a while around the world 
Before anyone hears the news

So come what may, you’re still God’s child
Come what may, you’re still God’s little child