Just stopped by to say hello.
You remembered me.
Always.
Whose truth?
A mother's truth?
As we spent the day by
your bedside I got her
version of the truth.
It was from her point of view,
that of a mother; colored; slanted
and seen through a prism
of her own making.
But in the end, the evidence would
mount and mount and it would
become obvious that there was
no reason to doubt her
version of the truth.
Whose truth?
Why yes, the truth
spoken by your mother.
On December 16, 2009 she left us.
On the afternoon of June 4, 2012
you set things in motion.
On June 5, 2012 you left us.
Events connected through time.
With her protection gone,
the second, sadly, was inevitable.
She spoke the truth
and I can see it plainly now.
Have a tune for you today ... enjoy.
Link: Ashley Moore: Used
Used
Like an old piano played for generations
Slowly fading out of tune
Used
Like the soles on the bottom of my favorite pair
Of dancing shoes
I know I'm not some bright and shiny
Polished up
Car that's sparkling new
Right off the salesroom floor
Yeah I've got some dents and bruises
I've been dropped and there's a scar
Where, my heart was broke before
But in the end
I'll worth a whole lot more
Used
Ah ah ah ah
Na na na na
Used
Like a book read so many times
Front to back it starts to split in two
Used
Like a house where a family lived
Until they died and there's a soul in every room
I know I'm not some brand new dress
Hanging there perfectly pressed
That never has been worn
I've got some buttons missing
And there's a couple stains
And places where the fabric has been torn
But in the end
I'll be worth a whole lot more
Used
