The Edge Over

CATEGORY

life

there must be a place

that exist a place that's

better than this place

I don't know everything

I do know we all want to

go to a better place then

this place this place is

out of order it's something

swimming in our water

evaporating in the air

we breathe this place

is a place to grieve

over losing each other

brother sister father

mother brung down

so low going under

ain't too far to go

made from clay ain't

nothing but dough

putty in th hands of

man gone against the

grain we hurt but we

no longer feel pain

I'm so glad Billie sang

her song we can hear

it now close our eyes

and see strange fruit

swaying on them tree's

off them knees on two

feet hands raised high

to the beam staring the

flame in the eye of the

storm passing in the

night it's gone be alright

after looking death in the

face ain't nothing to fear

down here in this place