Cinnamindy

She longs for Peace
 It's her revenge
 She's a stark-white Pale Horse Rider
 And Hell's just around the bend
 She's kids to raise
 She's got bills to feed
 And her pride is a higher horse
 Than some bum of a man upon a steed
 The handle's rough,
 She works it smooth
 Hardened by the pace
 The hands get though and it transfers through
 Before the lines can reach her face
 She flies like a kite held at the other end
 Tuggin down on her cinnamon threads
 Shes shreddin' in the wind
 But she reads The Bible
 She believes in the light
 She thumbs through the pages
 Til the Good Book smolders and ignites
 She cries late at night
 No one to hold her tight
 Like she should be... Cinnamindy
 Hoarse and sore, her scratchy voice
 Saws through a song like a rusty cello
 Now I lay me down to sleep
 Lights out, it's time to dream
 Her days are fine
 She makes everybody smile
 With her raspy laugh
 The days are long
 But she blows it all off
 With a wink and a little sass
 She flies like a kite held at the other end
 Tuggin down on her cinnamon threads
 Shes shreddin' in the wind
 But she reads the Bible
 She believes in the light
 She thumbs through the pages
 Til the good book smolders and ignites
 She cries late at night
 Momma just down the hall
 She cries late at night
 Momma curled up like a wrecking ball
 She cries late at night
 There's no one to hold her tight
 Like she should be... Cinnamindy
 My morning light the cinnamon's on her cheeks
 By morning light she's back to being Cinnamindy