Far up North
Authoritative views
I am an Old Man living in the South
You haven’t seen what I experienced
Unusual to your young mind
I am known as Stanley Confessing Miller
Lived in Patchin, South Carolina all my life
My Log Cabin is way in the woods far from the eyes to see
It is actually what is left from my days I still remember
Sit down Young Fellow and let me tell you the story of my South
It was during the war of the North and South
Bloodshed everywhere
I witnessed my own parents gunned down, and the town was burned down
At least what is left
I was a little tot then, but the memories live on
My tears would often flow in knowing I am alone and the only survival
How I survived, God only knows
Every day is a reflection
I don’t want to remember, but have too
My heart often beats then turns to rapid in the occurrence that really happened
The bitterness I feel and the pity thereof
I am old and weak
My time comes quickly
The Kingdom is calling for me
My room is ready
My eyes are steadily growing dark
My soul is ready to depart
My sleep will soon be an up rise
I will be in Heaven’s realize
Oh South my South, What the North has done
This will be my last among
My moment the final time
Remember this Old Man young fellow
You will once get old, and have your own stories to share
Always have a care
Life won’t always be fair
Be blessed with a life beyond compare
Storyteller’s wisdom