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Three Days
January 1, 1995
I used to follow her everywhere
"Anastasia," I said
"Your name derived from the rising
Of Jesus Christ from the dead
She said, "Go away, you don't understand me
You don't know what I'm about"
There's something missing in her life
I hope she figures it out…
Born on a Sunday in April It didn't mean much, I guess Some kids are showered with love and affection Some kids aren't quite so blessed Nobody knew much about him But we could still not believe The day he laid down by the tailpipe of his Ford and Breathed a sigh of relief…
Dilsey's sweaty palm gripped the cross around her neck The tears streamed down her face She had just come from the Church of Redemption Where she redeemed her faith She said she'd always been searching for something It waiting just around the bend "I seed the beginning a long time ago, And now I see the end…"
Born on a Sunday in April It didn't mean much, I guess Some kids are showered with love and affection Some kids aren't quite so blessed Nobody knew much about him But we could still not believe The day he laid down by the tailpipe of his Ford and Breathed a sigh of relief…
Dilsey's sweaty palm gripped the cross around her neck The tears streamed down her face She had just come from the Church of Redemption Where she redeemed her faith She said she'd always been searching for something It waiting just around the bend "I seed the beginning a long time ago, And now I see the end…"
© Joe Wilford, 1995