Mississippi
The heat rises with the softness of rain
It’s thick and you feel it enter your lungs
The sun feels like it can see through you
The moon shows the lands that lay ahead
The water is the father of my people
The people that see the beauty in this place
The emeralds that mark this land shine with
The trees of pine that grow tall and stay true
The birds sing and never leave this place
And early morning when the breeze is gentle
You can truly feel the magic of my home
And when you’re lost and you no longer follow any path,
When you don’t have a friend in sight, come here
A stranger will lead you to his house and share all he has
He will give until he can give no longer, until you have all he has
Brotherly love is alive in her great people… along with her soul
Her soul is so loud but you must try to find it
If you listen closely when you’re in the Delta
The magical flat lands where the soft music plays
On some hot humid night you can capture it
Like a butterfly in a jar you can see it shimmer and glow
That soft glow is my Mississippi, the Mississippi I know.
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