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Boston

  2009

Those sticks and stones against my fragile bones

I wish you never had to see

But my will was weak, lost my nerve to speak up

And there was no one there for me

 

It was the hardest decision I could make

Something no mother should ever have to take

 

A second chance, fate made to dance

With the hope you’d someday understand

I lost my smile with every passing mile

Fifty bucks and not a single plan

 

I just prayed the roots I gave you were strong enough to bring

Me home in time enough to watch you spread your wings

 

Boston was better, it was the clarity I needed

To pull myself together, though it broke my heart to leave

The Mid-West was bitter; you know it damn near did me in

So much more than I could take, but now that I’m strong enough to break

I’m coming home

 

I prayed the roots I gave you were strong enough to bring

Me home in time enough to watch you spread your wings

 

Boston was better, it was the clarity I needed

To pull myself  together, though it broke my heart to leave

The Mid-West was bitter; you know it damn near did me in

So much more than I could take, now that I’m strong enough to break

I’m coming home

     There are some situations in life that are just more difficult than others. From about 2000 to 2005 I found myself in a personal situation that was just too much. I also found myself out of resources and out of luck. Fortunately, a longtime friend offered me a solution which came with a very tough decision. I talked it over with someone I trusted to help me make such a huge decision. It wasn't all about me. I did it, and I was judged for it. In the end the decision was the right one. I wrote this song on my way home from Boston. I couldn't wait to get home to one of the most important people in my life. 

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