Come here darling go swallow your pride
You or your kids
You need to decide
But now I see
All they want is
Money

Then here you were, you twenty four
All they deem they see is Baby making whore
You still in that rusty evening gown
Right above your knee
Worse than ever
Your dollars turning into dimes
Brown starting to gray
And skin starting to thin

A rundown town
You in the hall, rusty evening gown
Down those pills they go
Poison goes lower and lower
Lower
And

You were only fifteen
When they walked up offering
That all your dreams
Would be yours
They said

Liquid and dust
Dizzy and lost
Eyes dazed and crossed
Smoked whisked away

Mama dearest why do you cry?
You feel like a dark sky
Mama dearest why do you die inside?
You run away and hide
Mama dearest who are you?
I see a sad sad view

The son of a son with horrors worn on his back.
The last son
Of a dying name
We can never win
We just play the game
A daughter of a son of a dying breed
A daughter of a wish and
The denile of a man’s dreams
To be more than a 6 of clubs and 2 of spades
To be the house instead
But that will never happen
Since the daughter keeps trying to find a fruitless dream
And the father is still the lesser hand
Child wishes to fly
But ends up grounded by reality
For the land is not apart of the child
But the child is apart of the land

No voice and no pen
all is left is the girl of the south and the religous heritage
The girl that lives in the land of the real
The girl that wished she were to fly
The girl that was a dreamer in the clouds,
The girl of fruitless dreams
the girl who was the daughter of a man with a unfortunate hand
The man with 6 of clubs and 2 of spades
The man with a little life
And a lesser future
The man who gives his hand to keep his girls safe
The man who was nothing but the ghost of his families horrors