Every since you left your baby been dealin'with
problem after problem, tell me what am I supposed to do.
See, I get lost sometimes, don't understand this place.
Look in the mirror sometimes and see a troubled face.
And then my tears roll down and hit the sink.
Then I hold my head up high, I hope the Man upstairs can hear my cry.
All these questions deep inside my mind.
Like if Jesus loved me, why he leave my side, mama.
I'm still tryin' to get the answer why.......
