there's a place down south
a sea of wildflowers where the grass grows green and the weeds grow tall
shards of glass lying there
waiting
waiting for me to pick up what is left of my soul
the memories are sweet like red wine
the flowers are in my hair and my eyes are filled with tears
my grandmother's hand, always painfully near
her eyes tell me stories of her past
her heartache
watching her children and grandchildren grow older as she sits in her rocking chair
the sun is setting and my heart is too
sunbeams dancing along her cheeks as she holds her great grandbaby tight to her sleeve
there's a place down south
where love is warmer than the hottest Louisiana days
nothing quite like the love that lies within our own last name
my grandfather riding us back in time to his day
his hands built everything we knew past may
adventures out far beyond the hay
the embrace of a cowboy with a heart bigger than the moon
where laughs grow loud as the fire puts out the sorrow of last summer's goodbyes
there's a place down south
where my heart belongs
and i can sing my happiest of songs
where the posey's reside and the love does too
back down south
under the stars
and forever within my heart.
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