Walking along, just wasting time,
Lazy day, and nothing to say,
Mild state of mind,
From a corner, it caught my eye: the forbidden fruit,
The struggle that was inside of me was stronger than my youth.
What am I gonna do?
Too much is going on, (too much is going on)
Somebody help me please,
I can't make it on my own,
Voices from my childhood call,
Mama sang a song, (my mama sang a song)
Jesus is calling you, (whoa)
Son, when you're weak, he is strong.
There's a fork in the road ahead I've never seen before,
Mine is narrow, the other on a wide open door,
The decision confronted me,
The choice was mine to make,
But blinded by the darkness was a chance that I could not take.
What am I gonna do? (what am I gonna do?)
Too much is going on, (too much is going on)
Somebody help me please,
I can't make it on my own, (I can't make it)
Voices from my childhood call, (I hear voices)
Mama sang a song, (my mama sang a song)
Jesus is calling you, (whoa)
Son, when you're weak, he is strong.
When you're weak,
When you're weak,
When you're weak, he is strong.
