The town folk keep saying
we are heading in a very bad direction
Got laid off at the beginning of winter now all my benefits are gone
time to pack up
need to be moving on
close my eyes
the sun warms my face with reflection
this anger inside
I’ve got to get it gone
down again
like the other times before
little slower, little grayer
age has no cure
gonna put an application on the other side of that gate
been down seven times
i’ll get up eight
our little girl
got sick with the onset of winter
so beautiful so fragile a flake of snow
health coverage wouldn’t cover treatment
we hung flyers hoping we could get her back home
last week we put on a spaghetti fund raising dinner
didn’t raise enough money
why’d she have to go
down again right through the floor
brokenhearted devastated
my baby girl is gone
don’t want to get up anymore
made a deal to pay them in installments
as they lower her in that fucking crate
been down seven times
gonna get up eight
