Quitting the land and the air
Hoping to find myself there...
When I was a young girl, my Mom would always sing
Her love of music rubbed off onto me...
With sun and moon to mark them all,
8 Sabbath's in the year...
Got a problem with me?
Go solve it...
Hot days,Fun night's,Swimming pools,Water fights.
Short shorts,Tank tops,R&B-n-Hip Hop...
...
For a long time I was ignorant
I felt like casting a blind eye...
A new baby boy is born into this world,
so precious and sweet, his fingers and toes...
I looked in the mirror today mom,
Wearing your high-heels, and your makeup...
Mommy, don't cry, 'cause God is holding my hand
and telling me everything is OK...
For Baby Ryder
By Maple Tree...
Labor day???
to some this means nothing...