I feel for the father, for a feeling of father,I send out a cry, I am up when I hear my unclecome through the door of the family house,with the cherry tree out front, past midnight,he walks up the stairs, then down the stairs,and I’m the rock-a-bye baby in his arms.
-Arisa White
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