November 6, 2010


Don't come to me when you're not feeling well
Don't come to me or make me tell
You how I wish I could heal every bone
you call your own
And don't ask me to cleanse your soul
After this, only time can make you whole

You're leaving here And you're going
To meet your husband Who gave you your child
And all the while That I held your hand
You still wore his golden band
Your leaving now is the end
But I'll always say you were my friend
Pack your bags and get
Leave here before your cheeks get wet
Leave your brother here before I don't let
You pack your bags and get

-- Copyright © 2010 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.
On going back to Ashtabula

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