A Gypsy's Child

Mother just a gypsy
Father's unknown
Cigarette's burning in my hand
That how I know I'm home

Reality escapes me as my
My whiskeys almost gone
All my friends have left me
At the turning of the road

Oh but it feels good
To know that it hurts
Oh but I need that
To make this whole thing work

Whispers in the darkness
Calling out my name
Voices often haunt me
From those lovers left in pain

Bridges burned to stay warm leaving
Ashes in my wake
Lonely nights under the stars
Where spirits come to break

Oh but it feels good
To know that it hurts
Oh but I need that
To make this whole thing work

Morning sheds its sunlight
Burning in my soul
Lifetimes to make amends
Later down that road

Breakthroughs often find us out here
Sitting in the hole
Scraped out by the tooth and nail
Of demons in my soul

Oh but it feels good
To know that it hurts
Oh but I need that
To make this whole thing work

Pain and toil and
Dirt and oil and
Pain and toil is all I know



Credits
Writer(s): Amillianze Livingston
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