My Crystal
My crystal is not a stone,
But still at home she
stands all alone,
She thinks we blame her,
Because our son is gone,
But we’ve learned
over the years,
In spite of all our fears,
Our son has brought us
many tears,
No one coerced him,
We tried and tried to
no avail,
And now he’s found
his way,
Into an Arkansas jail
After his trial his daughter
cried,
Where’s my daddy?
She didn’t understand why?
He’s not where he’s
supposed to be, there at her side.
