[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
