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2002-05-02 - 11:04 a.m.

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This pretty much says the entire sentiment of the past week for me (apologies to Joshua Kaddisson). The descriptions remind me so much of my father's funeral, but the chorus still perfectly describes my low points. Somethings just don't compare to a warm, loving and secure feeling hug from Mom.

When I have some time this weekend, in between pavilion sewing (thanks Sorcha!); I plan to write out the "stories". We'll see how far I get.

Anyways, here it is:

"All You want"

Going back to a tender age
So full of confusion and rage
Daddy says, boy your Momma's gone.
There's a hand on your shoulder as your throwing dirt
Someone says time heals the hurt.
Little man ya gotta keep on keeping on.
The ride back home in the limousine
The saddest car that you've ever seen
Your brother cannot look you in the eye
Lightning strikes the thunder roars
It's an early winter in that heart of yours.
But you swear you won't let them see you cry.
All you want is Momma's arms.

The neighbors come and bring you pies
Endless words and futile sighs
And you run up to your room and lock the door
and There you are in your Sunday best
The way your Momma would have had you dressed
And you realize it doesn't matter anymore.
All you want is Momma's arms.

Round and Round it goes, Seasons change,
The young boy grows to understand
It's all part of some plan
You used to wonder what it's all about
Now those are questions you can do without
You laugh them off and do the best you can,
All you want is Momma's arms.
All you want is Momma's arms.



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