Story Behind The Song

Based on an unbelievably unfortunate story of a friend of mine and her daughter.

Song Description

A sad song about a woman who has lost her child and is having a hard time coping. Underlying message of not being too quick to judge someone when you dont know the burdens they carry.

Lyrics

Tired of just the sky above me I came looking for some rest
She didn't ask much of me That's the kind I liked the best
She said there's whiskey on the table And pills upon the shelf
If you think that you are able You can help yourself
There was a secret sleeping somewhere Beyond the sadness of her eyes
A crimson ribbon and a lock of hair Treasures from a time gone by
We used to go out on the roof top Watch the world go by below
Late one night I saw a tear drop And she let her feelings show
She said I've come to believe there's nothing over the rainbow
But some old man telling everybody lies
I keep falling apart just like the scarecrow
I put myself back together A little different every time
And I saw wildflowers growing on an unmarked grave
By some mystery of mercy I thought she would be saved
Now there's a sequence of nature that's been compromised
I keep holding on to life But it's life I despise ii-ii
There's no moral to my story We all shall stand naked in the wind
But if by chance I do see glory I'll hold my little girl again
There's whiskey on the table And pills upon the shelf
To the extent that we are able We just help ourselves
We just help ourselves

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Constance_Rees	My Top Songs	4/2/2009