all dressed up in his sunday best
flower corsage on his chest
receives the body of the son of god
who could've known it was all a fraud
he thought that jesus would help
but he was wrong
his prayers weren't answered
he made it on his own
the eyes of christ follow him
as his faith begins to dim
he's just a mural on the wall
there is no god after all
would a god do this to him
would a god make him hurt
would a god take his mama away
the only one who understood
he loved her so very much
he yearns to again feel her touch
she cuddled him and rocked him to sleep
those memories he tries to keep
and now he kneels at her grave
brings flowers and cries
remembering all the love
he saw in her eyes
and she talks to him at night sometimes
"son, i'm gone, but you're alive
do what you can with your life
do anything to survive"
7/6/95 copyright Sarah K. Stefanson SOCAN 1998
sarah says: this is one of the very first songs i ever wrote. i think my daddy still thinks it's my best. i know my sister, maggie ann does. maggie is in sign club at her school and one of the things they do is perform songs in sign language. i asked maggie to learn the signs for this song and, after much poking and prodding, she finally agreed. this song is never so beautiful as when maggie's hands help tell the story. this is the only song i've written that isn't a true story. that is, it is not about me or someone close to me. my only character song. and who do i have to thank for that? joshua k.
