Southern Song

Was a daughter of a man took his life by his own hand said he left her way too young when he went and bought that gun. Was a brother of this girl lost his mind, his brain unfurled when his momma took her life he took his, too, but with a knife. Now she dance the dance of pain she know how folks goes insane, she know why folks dies alone, brick by brick an' stone by stone. Rock 'a bye baby, don't you weep, surrender now to dreamless sleep, your box of treasures sure be safe motherless, fatherless, pitiful waif. ©Danielle White