Heaven Help The Wayward Son

Heaven Help The Wayward

He had a pocket full of dreams and twinkling stars his eyes he gassed up his pick-up truck said his last goodbyes. His Momma cried then she said I know you'll make me proud all fame and fortune Mom her wayward son then vowed.

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A lone highwayman on the wrong end of the gun
a dim candle burning in the bright noon day sun.
One more dreamer dreaming a tiny grain of sand
falling through the fingers of fates ice cold hand.
A single drop of falling rain in a mighty ocean swell
just one more Gideon Bible in a dirty cheap motel.

He's down on Broadway where a neon moon shine bright
like a moth to a flame he's there most every night.
He's heard all the golden tales from the city of big breaks but not a word from the wayward sons that she takes.

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The years they have come and gone his Momma she gone to
if only he could take back the pain he put her through. The big city lights won't let him go his dream just won't die heaven help the wayward son call the thunder from the sky.

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The big city lights won't let him go his dream just won't die heaven help the wayward son call the thunder from the sky.

Copyright 2009
Steve Ed Stone