Somewhere in this world,
which I’d like to think is close
to where I lay my weary head…
at night a girl sings so sweetly,
while I try to fall asleep.
Her voice is all I hear.
The words that she is singing,
soft and subtle little stories,
of the life she’d like to lead…
before it overtakes, and makes priorities
the bills, and what to feed
her screaming kids when there’s no food.
No money in her pockets.
And she knows that no one’s knocking
at the door to give her handouts,
or to visit with a friend,
to give her what she’s wanted,
Help her smile in the end…
she thinks that no one’s listening,
so she starts to sing again.
I’ll cry myself to sleep this night,
knowing that she’s sad,
That I could make her laugh.
Hold her in my arms tonight…
I’d squeeze her by the waist.
I would touch her lower back.
I’d kiss her on the cheek…
Ask her to sing so sweetly,
if she’d sing one time for me.
A song I’ve heard for years…
While I’ve tried to fall asleep.
I ‘d like to think she’s close
to where I lay my weary head at night.
— Lee St1 —