Sons
~~So may the sunrise bring hope where it once forgotten.
Sons are like birds flying upwards over the mountain.
Mother don't worry I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed.
Mother don't worry I've got some money I saved for the weekend.
Mother forgive me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to.
Mother forgive me I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you.
Mother don't worry I've got a coat and some friends on the corner.
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry.
Blood on the floor and fleas on their paws and you cried til the morning.
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once forgotten.
Sons are like birds flying upwards over the mountain. ~~
Sam's the man.
