Songs Fade Away

Through tiny child’s eyes I thought I knew you

Your warm smile was singing songs and prayers

But songs fade away, no prayers came through

Childlike vision, blurry, when nothing’s there

No songs or stories or dressing for church

How many times warned before I could tell?

A bitter old buzzard sits on her perch

Your song turned to white noise, oh how you fell

From grace, from glory, so damn full of pride

Your makeup runs, see your true reflection?

Who I thought you were, now has all but died

You could never foresee my defection

I’ve no time for you, no doors left to slam

To you a happy birthday. Goodbye gram.