Blood of the Line

~About a mother who tragically gives up her infant and the son who missed her attempts to find him~

One foot down beside the other,
Both hands wound around tight
She can't look down cuz she can't see to the bottom of the chasm
Beneath that wretched footbridge

She left behind the offspring of her lover
With each new step, another tear
She turns her head around, but her baby's gone
The sound of her newborn would haunt her ears for years

A southern belle ain't allowed to have just anyone or anything
You gotta do right by the man who holds that ring

And she said, "Take this child, he's cryin'
Before I look back and know his eyes
Won't you raise him up with a melody
So maybe one day, I'll know the song of my song
So maybe one day, I'll know the song of my song

Year after year, their silent song
A rooted tear journeys on
A call to the soul to look back and find
The road that leads to the Blood of the Line.

One foot down beside the other,
Both hands bound to reunite
He turns his head around, his mama's gone
She waited every day, she walked that wretched foot bridge

A southern belle ain't allowed to have just anyone or anything
You gotta do right by the man who holds that ring

And she said, "Take this child, he's cryin'
Before I look back and know his eyes
Won't you raise him up with a melody
So maybe one day, I'll know the song of my song
So maybe one day, I'll know the song of my song

Dedicated to AJ Medeski