Essaie Richesse

[Intro]Jésus-Christ est la Bonne Adresse (Chanson dédiée à Richesse Malengela) Couplet 1 Quand le monde devient sombre, Quand le cœur cherche la paix, Une lumière nous rassemble, Jésus-Christ nous tend la main. Dans les larmes et les combats, Il relève les plus faibles, Son amour ne finit pas, I walk the line between bread and gold, a quiet heartbeat in the cold Counting windows, stories told, in every shadow, someone sold [Verse 1] I wear my doubts like a well-worn coat, pockets light but thoughts afloat I see the towers touch the sky, and wonder who got left behind The numbers rise, my breath stays still, a private ledger of goodwill If abundance shines on some, who feeds the night for others still? [Chorus] Wealth is a mirror, tall and cruel Reflecting what we break, what we choose to keep I chase the glow, but I feel the pull That riches promise more than they can keep [Verse 2] I write my name across a check of hope, then cross it out with a cautious note That every gift can be a thread of debt, a tether I’m learning to forget I dream of doors that open wide, not just for me but every tide If I rise, I’ll lift the ones neglected in the night [Pre-Chorus] Tell me what would love require, when the shelves are full and hearts are bare Would generosity become the truth if power loosened its grip somewhere" [Chorus] Wealth is a mirror, tall and cruel Reflecting what we break, what we choose to keep I chase the glow, but I feel the pull That riches promise more than they can keep [Bridge] If I could trade a portion of my gain for mercy earned by giving If the climb were shared, would the view be kinder, would we see us living? [Chorus] Wealth is a mirror, tall and cruel Reflecting what we break, what we choose to keep I chase the glow, but I feel the pull That riches promise more than they can keep [Outro] So I walk on, with pockets full of questions, lightening the weight of myths I’ve kept And in the quiet, I measure worth by how we lift and how we’ve wept