Mama, these men, they think I am made of steel
flesh and blood you gave me and a throbbing heart
rough diamond in dirt, you hid me well from the world
but they found me, they dug me out and they hurt me.
Mama, I want to come home to your love and anger
Will you make me balls of rice and talk some sense
because the world does't comprehend me now.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
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