She sits on the porch
counting all the pennies she's found,
this thick lead paint
kinda makes her head spin around,
and they laugh
but she cries
as they pull the dreams from her eyes
her eyes, her eyes.
Mom's on the phone,
gotta get a job can't stay home,
and her pride's too far grown
to ever take a government bone,
and they judge
but she cries
'cause her little girl's gonna die,
she'll die, she'll die.
And no one stops and no one sighs,
and no one cares and no one cries;
They bow their heads
inside their feather beds,
while the rest goes to shreds.
Two weeks, three days,
everything is starting to glaze.
"Mom is this right,
is everybody losing their sight?
Oh but why are you crying?
It's not like I'm dying.
So no one stops, and no one sighs,
so no one lives, and no one dies;
at least I'll have you here with me
to hold me through the night."
And though she don't know
that she'll have to go
to gain her chance to fight,
her chance at life
She sits on the porch
counting all the pennies she's found,
hoping they'll help
quiet mama's soft weeping sounds,
'cause this girl's not a child,
and she hasn't been for a while;
they stole her smile.
Copyright © 2010 - Auni
Bryan West on cello, Lauren West on violin.
Sad lyrics with a slightly upbeat rhythm. I love this one!
razzmtazzy 1 year ago