There comes a knock at the door… The days of crying, remembrances, what memories I will never let go, the picture by my nightlight, in the living room he defends all foe.
Grandpa was a miner And he gave me my black art Glittered rivers of black coal-dust Tore our country apart, Covered in coal dust Waking up too early in the morning Covered in coal dust Waiting for the moment the canary sings Mama was a mermaid And a Carnaby Street gal She could have been a model But she spent her life mopping up spilt milk Covered in sea salt, Would he, could he be home when the stars came out to party, Covered in sea salt, Yeah I know it was my fault, But he always ran away 'cause he didn't want me.
Jambalaya On The Bayou 29.
He will always be here for Mommy and I, my prayers have told me so, Our Guardian Angle, in the living room so big, smiling, and bold.
He was slight, pasty-white, and hunched over.
Jonathan and Dwayne have never shared with each other their wishes that night.