Single Momma

What about the single momma

Sitting and watching her bird sing
Or a fine fella protecting baby

Stand in the crowd disconnected
Family struts and shouts

Lone stars in the distance
Not feeling part of the team

Pass the baton and step on
To the real existence
Of solitary confinement

She runs through he falls behind
Watching leaves in the breeze

Goes home to no one
In her head

He stays and folds the chair
Picks up his loneliness
As he puts her to bed

Two lost souls
 can’t find each other
Just missed her at the market

Single momma so protective
Single momma so seductive

Fine fella a little off
But true in the right parts

Single momma fine fella
Find a way
Put em together

Single mom so protective
Single mom so sedated
Fine fella lost n jaded