F.H. Broxton: For Love

Spring '07 TOC

Mama, why do you
Run my soul into the ground?
Only for love, I'll let you
Run my soul into the ground.
From the time I wake,
To the time I sleep,
Cursin' and hollerin's the only sound.

Last night I dreamt
That I could fly.
I swear, you were watching me,
And I could fly.
Then I wondered,
Who the hell did I think I am.
I fell from the sky, by and by.

Mama! Please! I beg you
Say those three words.
My cries will silence
If you just say those words!
For love, I'll pretend
The blows don't hurt
And pick my soul up out the dirt.

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