~ What Hurts the Most ~

(Based on a true story)

Along the dusty aisles do I stroll

Graffiti speaks on the wall

Leave I do every morning

From the dusty shack itself mourning

Stroke the smiling mumbling innocent face I do

Wiping away tears that never come out ado

Dirty rags and bruised elfin feet hurt I know

Feet hurt they do but mind cries that too I know

Queens O' Queens have mercy on my little one

Let me climb aboard and shake my tin can O' mighty one

Queen of the south whizzing away empty dreams packed into boxes

Mind your rails for some dreams are worth than empty boxes

As I hold the sleeping baby in my arms

Lament I do over spilt milk once in my palms

Once I too had a dream when my king trod the earth

Speed kills they say, somewhere along the road someone forgot the oath

No cries or wails could bring back a fallen soldier

Cried I did, arid Black Rivers turned cold

So young sir don't look away

My heart wails with every sway

Hear me O' winds of the West

Carry my pain away to the Temple of the West

With every cent that hits the shallow can

My heart pains but my mind thanks for you made me believe I can

Dreams I do have of simple pleasures

Where my little one runs afree of unbound chains

As I walk back home I see dark shadows among the dark aisles

Beckoning my poor mind to delve into walk 'em dark miles

 

Her cry brings me back to Earth

I remember that I have to light my family hearth

She sleeps peacefully in her ragged cot

As I light up my pot

Looking at the setting sun I ask every day

When will my chains unseen break free? Somewhere Someone says; Someday