He said go on now & cry your own river & sink
your own boat-you draw your own oars girl or
you learn how to float. Tomorrow's always
comin' & you best be prepared. The world's
not fer ninnys, it don't pay to be scared. The
world's full o' lessons but yah might as well
learn here,keep on cryin' lil' Missy & I'll
give you somethin' fer your tears. Well,
Momma didn't do nothin' but hide in her bed,
and worry and mumble 'bout why she got wed.
The childrens all huddled n' smashed in their
beds while words and fists reigned oer their
heads. And the minister knew everythin' & the
town knew it all,but the families n' friends
never did call. All tired of the bother, all
tired of the crawl,they washed their hands
like Mr. Pilate,let the children take the
fall. Do you know why they's distant, why they
can't stand each other near? Good Shepherds
never leave lambs when da wolves come near.
Meloo/Melissa A. Howells
Copyright 2002
Tilt-A-World
In a style and voice akin to James Whitcomb Riley.
But based on a world that was once my own.