Alastair Monday
Alastair Monday
You were profoundly anti-social
Just a board hoping
investing in autumns hopes
While wearing winters coat
Developing dreams far away
Only he believes in prayer
You grew up
In a world full of hopelessness
Who you trying to impress
In each and every sin
Is where you continue in
Where do I begin
Tuesday heartbreak
Wednesdays heartache
Thursday morning debacle
Friday frozen Texas chili
Saturday pastel raisin cane
Sunday honey suckle rose
Alastair Monday
Born on Sunday
On the 4th of July
Gonna cry
Born in a kitchen at a mission
Who you trying to impress
In a world full of hopelessness
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
arranged music by Jonathan Echtinaw
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017
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