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Fine Line

by sliver

Member since 2002 · Posted 11 Nov 2008 · 2 comments

Momma, help me. I'm dyin' And I swear to God, I'm tryin' But I'm not sure I can hold That fine line. Since the days I was a baby, When you rocked me on your knee, You've tried to give me faith But I couldn't always see. I've stood out in this world Made my mark for sure. Never terribly concerned, With the condition of my soul. I'm here to tell you mamma, I was really on a roll, But now the shadow is reaching, And it feels so awful cold. Momma, help me. I'm dyin' And I swear to God, I'm tryin' But I'm not sure I can hold That fine line.

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[9] Dovina 12-Nov-08/1:57 PM Reply
Well put. We get pulled back to mama's knee and mama's beliefs, like a magnet too strong for reason.
[8] hobojo 13-Nov-08/6:28 PM Reply
Wish I had a sense of my fine line...