Stand fell weep
No falter at all
Bruised on the side  
Hardest to fall

Crashed and broken
Picked you up
Holding tight

Different race
******* lace

Fall into me

Single cell
Caressed by another
Come together

Born to the world
Take it's first breathe
Crying out loud

Open your eyes
Feel the warmth
Held gently

Drop from the edge
Single step in place

Constant melancholy
No one hears you

Scream at will
Quite pleasing

World crash
End in time

Murderer's row
Blood spills

Remove the knife
Quiet the crowd

Raised in a holler
Down the dusty road
Faith is above me
Set in so bold

Barely a stitch
Ragged and worn
No shoes no matter
Sad faced and scorn

Bread and a morsel
Pa in the field
Keep food on the table
Passing the meal

Keeping us strong
Family of eight
Ma is the concrete
Loving no hate

Chores do we plenty
Days long for sure
Tired but kind
Living is pure

We are be it simple
No complaining or whine
Thinking as one
Respectful and kind

So down in the holler
Time moves on slow
Poor is our way
Family is home