The little girl hummed the tune over and over
to give hope to the gray room
the sun peaking finally through the blinds
she kept the tune in her mind
her eyes were heaving from moisture and no sleep
the prayer stone imprinted in her hand
giving up control the things she didn't understand
what the little girl didnt comprehend
why this kept happening again and again
when her mom turned into someone else
she felt panic that she may never come back
but just like before she hymned some more
and waited for the dark room turn gray
waited for her mom to moan her name
from the other side of the door
and so just like before
she lay beside her and she hymned some more
“Jesus loves me yes I know, for the bible tells me so”
until they both were in a drunken slumber
no more praying. no more humming...
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 2:58 AM UTC
The little girl hummed the tune over and over
to give hope to the gray room
the sun peaking finally through the blinds
she kept the tune in her mind
her eyes were heaving from moisture and no sleep
the prayer stone imprinted in her hand
giving up control the things she didn't understand
what the little girl didnt comprehend
why this kept happening again and again
when her mom turned into someone else
she felt panic that she may never come back
but just like before she hymned some more
and waited for the dark room turn gray
waited for her mom to moan her name
from the other side of the door
and so just like before
she lay beside her and she hymned some more
“Jesus loves me yes I know, for the bible tells me so”
until they both were in a drunken slumber
no more praying. no more humming...
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