Folsom Prison. I Walk The Line. Ring of Fire.
Im a country girl at heart- but not bopping on the dance floor kind of country. The kind where Mama Tried and you'd fall into a ring of fire for me.
What happened to music?
The reason I write it here is I want to say I'm back to the land of the living.... Graduation, books, and work - I've been working 9-5pm and it certainly has been a crumbling hum.
But what is the meaning of life?
What is the meaning of life?
Pain.
Joy.
Love?
Who knows - because they say it's malleable and definable by each person.
The Preacher in the pulpit says it's for divination and he has the inclination that I am going to hell.
What did I do?
I go by the Golden Rule - What the mother did - Eve, so fair and so long ago - defines me?
I am woman. I am Sin?
I think not.
I think I dance in celestial favor and move with grace that finds me in even the smallest moments.
I am no Queen. No Mother Theresa.
I am a begger. Filled with folly.
But I am a music maker - a believer in the mightiest of pens.
What did I do? When I find joy in helping my neighbor.
Music Maker
By: Blue Balcita