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Rainy Day In Atlanta

Contributed by walt on Thursday, 2nd October 2003 @ 03:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy

It was raining in Atlanta
I was waiting for plane
I heard a small voice
to her mother she complained

I am just a love child
neither loved nor blamed
but you and I are stuck here
Waiting in the rain

Who was my daddy
was he kind and sweet
was he just another
of your friends
off the street

I was sipping my coffee
she walked up to me
I can tell you were listen
what is it you see

well there was only this
girl I'd say she was thirteen
not another soul but me

I said, I see a young girl
not much more than thirteen
she smiled and said, I am eighteen

My mothers in the coffin
she meeting this plane
I will ride with her
through the pouring rain

It was raining in Atlanta
I was waiting for a plane
listening to young woman explain

For years I searched for her
Grandma said there was no cure
her soul was as free
as that of a tiny bird

Sheriff called grandma
said they had mamma
locked up in cell

addicted to coke
living in
a special hell

I was on my way to see her
but there wasn't any cure
for the sheriff found her
hanging in her cell

It was raining in Atlanta
I was waiting for plane
holding a young girl
as her tears
fell like rain

When this world
is done spinning

I will take
a special tour
of the hells
that each
of us endure

I pray for pain of heart
I will find the cure
cause its raining in Atlanta

Copyright © walt ... [ 2003-10-02 03:05:00]
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Re: Rainy Day In Atlanta (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 2nd October 2003 @ 03:07:17 PM AEST
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this is real, and a great job of sharing one of lifes stories you have. thanks for that. Crow

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