Bloom Wither Bloom (for Mom) - WHY?, Gabby’s World, Christian Lee Hutson

You swear

By every dog-eared prayer

In your «my troubles» diary

By every beveled edge

Of your chem-leveled being

With fear

That you bear the brunt

Of your grandfather’s wage

With nary a blazing hedge

In perimeter for protection

Be where you are

Be where you are

Be where you are

Be where

Try keeping a family of five

Warm, safe and dry

Under one child-sized umbrella, dying

With bent up wires and tears in the vinyl

I’m tired but I’m trying

I’m so tired

Sirens wake you

Then silence takes you

Back to sleep

But your next dream

Beware

Be where you are

Be where you are

Be where you are

Be where

In case your castle crumbles

Refrain from grumbling

Stride, don’t stumble

With pride, print tickets to the rubble

Be where you are

Be where you are

Be where you are

Be where

I’m trying

But I’m tired

Though I’m tired

I’m trying

I’m still trying

(Be where you are)

(Be where you are)

Be where (You are)