I've always know that there are many roads that lead to Rome
But I didn't really know what Bob was talking about in his lyrics
Now I know
This world loves wickedness rather than light
That's when I turned my back to Rome - walking the other way.
The narrow path.
Reporter: You made a lot of money out of you're music?
Bob: Money? I mean, how much is a lot of money to you?
Reporter: That's a good question. Have you made, say millions of dollars?
Bob: No.
Reporter: Are you a rich man?
Bob: What you mean rich, what ya mean?
Reporter: Do you have a lot of possessions? Lot of money in the bank?
Bob: Possession make you rich?
I don't have that type of richness.
My richness is life, forever.
Rome will decay and rot away - Eternal Life is here to stay
Have a blessed now