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They draped a St. Christopher metal around my neck
In case of emergency hail down a priest a hell of a beast
I did not know any better no nun told me better
It’s too cold outside 20 below zero you better wear a sweater
No one told me the truth about life no one told me about death
I looked up and no one was left but me behind
Making my own discussions long before I could tell time
In the cupboard nothing left not even a piece of bread
To sop with a sinner I had to fend for myself kill my own dinner
Impoverished because love is wealth love wasn’t felt
Feeling ill because wealth is good health
Had to downsize hand me downs not my size
Tighten my belt whoopin some a.s.s taken names
Hard as the nails through Jesus hands
Chewing on double mint slipping into devilment
Tic Tac another mint morning breath
Sleep in eyes mamas spit dried
Clutched fist daddy’s rage high
To many memories to remember
Fallen
Down
On
This
Page
My tears make no sound
Fallen
Down
On
This
Page
