John

John, where were you
When a child was buried
Near a broken home
You saw the marks
On dad’s old neck
He placed the knife
First, against his chest

John, where were you
When her first love
Jumped in front of a train
Cause he’d had enough
Life is full of lovely scenes
But it’s also full of
God awful things

John, where were you
When I lost my beliefs
I was a devout Baptist
Praying on my knees
I called strange men
Came along to their voice
Cried all night so I’d become whole

John, where were you
When she relapsed again
The drugs weren’t weapons
They were her only friends
She bathed to cleanse
She was forced to convert
But transformations aren’t always growth