A runaway from the southeast
Fought through the storms of family
Chasing after love was all she could see
Growing up under government hand
Every time creating unconditional love
Think she found the right man
I was a friend and, in my mind, a lover
But a gallon of milk was all she needed from me
What I wanted to be could I never be
Don’t hide behind the drapes or under the sheets
Be the beautiful one you meant to be
Miss Lee, Miss Lee, Miss Lee
Still dealing with the past as she follows her own path
Sometimes clouds are in the way of a brighter day
Sometimes we have to climb over trash to get to a greener land
With unconditional love, she became a mother of
Always on the lookout for something she thought she wanted
That loving desire was only an emotional liar
In a jewelry box, she keeps her collection of pain
She put it on from time to time
But did not want to hear what she most feared
Don’t hide behind those piercings and tattoos
Be the beautiful one that is inside of you
Miss Lee, Miss Lee, Miss Lee
What was once was, was a lot of fun
But what we dreamed will never be
If you can’t see the friend inside of me
If you shook, that baby maker at me
I would be living a different reality
Hope you find the love I feel for you
Miss Lee
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016
