KATIE
Grew up where the fog is thick and pretty, sweet smell of ocean spray
Just a half hour from the city, could’ve been another state
Step daddy was a lone truck driver, many times at home, but not enough
She learned to walk from her sister, learned her talkin’ from her daddy’s truck
Everybody said she’d be a beauty, curious and strong
Sister took a Greyhound to the City, Katie tagged along
Bus station was a big top circus, midgets, clowns, acrobats ‘n’ all
Wasn’t long ‘fore she found her own bus, sixteen years and on her own
Everybody there was wearing flowers, children filled the streets
Music playin’ long after hours, marchin’ to the beat
That winter Tetbecame offensive, Bobby died before he had begun
Summer came and they buried Moses, Katie carried her first son
She left the Golden Gate, southbound on interstate, she liked the dessert sage, sweet Santa Fe
Moved every couple years, then someone else appeared, Momma times two, she’s still pushing the pace
Gettin’ tired of ten years of travelin’, lookin’ for peaceful ground
Katie took a trip up to Ashland, thought she’d settle down
Boys liked it when the wind blew through ‘em, now their long hair lay upon their face
Small town figured different, cut your hair and take your place
Katie was livin’ fast, never an empty glass, fact it stayed full twenty years or so
Kids kneeled down at night, prayin’ she’d be alright, keep her from crashin’ or losin’ control
Then on a rainy day, she felt familiar pains, Merlin was kickin’ and it was to change
She took a solemn vow, “I’ll walk the worthy route."
Said bye to sadder times and turned the page
© 1996 Richard S. March
LIGHT NOT FIRE
Some say I’m falling (yeah)
Some say I’m wrong (hold on)
Say I’m not worthy of a righteous song
Who made you the fire, are you so refined
Condemn the dirt that’s in my eyes
when you’ve got boulders that blind
Let’s go to the mountain (see the Lord)
Or the olive tree (be restored)
And if you’re perfect, you can stone me
We all need a little mercy (yeah)
Need to be unbound (hear the trumpets sound)
So won’t you join me on my knees
Before you put me down
Who gave you the right (sike)
What made you the flood
I say we save our breath for praising, ‘stead of slinging all this mud
Only need one judgement seat (yeah)
Who gave you the sword (come on)
Don’t you know matters such as these are between me and my Lord
I need a little mercy (yeah)
Need to be unbound (right now)
So won’t you join me on my knees
Before you put me down
I can quote the book, you can do the same
Make each other stumble in the judgement game
Or lift each other up, put hatred on the shelf
Learn to love each other like we do ourselves
© 1994 Richard S. March