desiree

she was just a child  
at her momma'a side  
combing that coal black hair  
until it shined  
she asked momma what  
does it mean to love  
momma said it means to sacrifice  

poppa said you know  
it's just too late to cry  
he's dead and he  
never should've died  
it was a bullet in  
his head his momma cried  
it was bound to happen anyway  
 
all she ever wanted  
was to love him  
all he ever did  
was look her way  
now she cries out in  
the middle of the night  
lord, his dying  
must be some kind of mistake