Tiny Ghost

Sonja where're you going with that baby in your arms?

I see your thoughts on suicide, I see your thoughts on harm.

Sonja what' you doing lay your baby by the road.

The crying it won't ever stop, the blanket won't stop the cold.

I'm sinking down deeper now, slip through the drain of this cell.

Its not for my escaping but for sorrow that I'm so small.

My thoughts go back as the cars drive by . .

I hear through the bars outside.

I swear the wind it whispered my name,

I swear it mimicked a cry.

I try to think you thought that I'd like Moses be found afloat.

Well You and I God's children left helpless beside of the road.

Never was she convicted cause, she never made it to her trial.

They found her in the Roane county jail where quietly she died.

Whether she ceased to eat or her sugar dropped,

No one was too surprised.

Some they say they saw a tiny ghost,

down by the highway side.

Sonja don’t think that I look down cause I look from above.

You and I God’s children left helpless beside the road.