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Wynonna Judd

The Child

 

The Child


The child stood on a rock
Closer to the breaking waves than to the dock
The child was clear, she was true
But she felt blue so she spat in the wind

The child had no money, she was alone
And today she learned a new word, home
Garbage gulls screamed for her to look up and she looked up
Breaking waves called for her to step back and she stepped back
Slippery moss slipped with her and she lost track

So many trails, so many broken promises
A dark vacuum of emptiness under her veil
From the California coast to Kentucky bluegrass
Back to the child

(The child)

The child went back to shore and read a comic book
Dropped an apple core, discovered rock 'n' roll
Inside a shell with her California goodbye
It was farewell

Innocent and independent
She fell asleep awhile, she wanted her repentance
I had a dream of Goblins swimming round the queen in a dream
The queen was tough, she pushed me back, I still had the dream, so I dream
'Cause I'm the child that woke up and ran to where had never been

So many trails, so many broken promises
A dark vacuum of emptiness under her veil
From the California coast to Kentucky bluegrass
Back to the child

(The child)

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