A woman sits inside her room
Her years are past at eighty-four...

The darkness comes upon the brink
The stars have found their glow...

Morbid Mary
Why do you tarry...

As butterflies encircled her
She twirled upon meadow's green...

You draw me
Like a moth to a flame...

I hear the car door, then I hear her leave
There's no one in the house, Except lil ole me...

She walks along, each step I take
Was one she walked before...

I jumped in the pocket
Of a hopping kangaroo...

My heart died fast, love didn't last
Faith fell inside my mind...

Upon the mist of shadows cry
Along the trail of stars at night...

Upon streets of dark decay
I walk among crowds...

My momma braided my hair too tight
and though I begged her, "Momma, please&quot...