dead aim
lost light
angels with subpoenas
before an open book
of birthrights
upon our shoulders travels
a thousand country roads
with no eyes amid their
gravel
to look back
woman enough now
are we as females
to attack the daddy's little girl
stigma
and stab it in the heart
with a song
about bad boys
'Driven Into The Arms Of Life'
lucky men
joy's very own ambition
drained of all afterthought
damn!
but I love Gloria Estephan's music
(written April 19, 2003 330pm_