Lyrics

Second Class Citizen - Anne E. DeChant 2007

I woke up with a tear on my pillow
I woke up with my eyes swollen dry
I woke up to the colors of November
They looked brown and void of life

Without knowing I've been living in a bubble
Full of love and admission of my life
But I sat watching as the carvers took their knives out
And changed the shape of life

You can have my blood and you can have my money
You can all agree to pretend I'll take your life
Now you have your second class citizen and you can have my filthy life

I seldom feel despair I can count it on my fingers
When the road don't lead me to the light
Was in the birth of spring that I lost her to cancer
Loss is loss in love

You can have my blood and you can have my money
You can all agree to pretend I'll take your life
Now you have your second class citizen and you can have my filthy life

When next you see me my feet will be above the floor
A rope around my neck and this letter on the bed
You will see how you killed the mockingbird
As I hang my weary head

I had hope when I was much younger
I believed God would make it right
Now I'm thankful for nothing left to suffer
As I'm marching toward the light...