BamaChild

Dear,

     Are you my dear, deer lights, heads light up the sky

     I do not want to lose what I followed

     When I

      Wallowed in my smile and stepped your direction

      you said i was scantily dressed and

     we tasted each other that day

   Are you my dear, dear mr president, oval offices of hatred

     can i be point blatent

  you visited me in the psyche ward

   Jail ward forward we go on

   and i love you

       I tasted your love that day

Are you my dear, dear near, so clear glasses are rose

do you see through the facade

i am real and you sleep in my bed

   you tasted my heart

     I will be you dear if you will be mine

     Dear BamaChild I find

     you so fine

     as the alabama sky

    and you make pain so small 

     like notasulga

     a free spirit shirley anne of green gables

      like alma's apple pie

     and joe mac and cheese

nickels ettiquite dont pay the bills

so you left that behind

i hope i can be your dear

Bama child