Who could ever find me
in all these places that I go?
And who will be familiar
when there's no one that I know?
Who will take me in when
I have nowhere else to stay?
Or hear the words I speak
when I have nothing left to say?
Who will share the open air
back and forth in my rocking chair
Or tell everyone the life I lived
when I stare that vacant stare?
Hold my hand, dear Stranger,
when my strength is all but gone
Stay a while and talk to me
as if I've known you all along.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 5:44 AM UTC
Who could ever find me
in all these places that I go?
And who will be familiar
when there's no one that I know?
Who will take me in when
I have nowhere else to stay?
Or hear the words I speak
when I have nothing left to say?
Who will share the open air
back and forth in my rocking chair
Or tell everyone the life I lived
when I stare that vacant stare?
Hold my hand, dear Stranger,
when my strength is all but gone
Stay a while and talk to me
as if I've known you all along.
For my momma
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