Slow Down - Jill Hennessy

Slow Down - Jill Hennessy
hold on, my pretty baby, just slow it down don’t lose today - listen to the story man who talks to god with brown cracked hands, finding holiness in ashes, hearing every prophets word - there’s illusion in the papers, in glossy colored pictures; wealthy people looking thinner than the poor. there’s attraction in the fiction of a lie told with conviction - lead me on, turn my head, stop the haunting in my bed, of a girl’s scream for her mother and the number of the dead
hold on my pretty baby, just slow it down don’t lose today
every face is lined with history in subway cars surrounding me, tired mothers carry children home and struggle up the stairs alone - read the posters, ignore the outstretched hands. gotta keep up with the jones’, park your car where they can see, leave the secrets where they lie, hide the ugliness inside, just as long as you keep on watching me –
hold on my pretty baby, just slow it down don’t lose today
don’t lose today, in the darkness sometimes angels find their way – when the silent child sings; speaking beauty that we’ll never say, hold on, don’t run away – hold on, you’ll be ok – everyone has walked a harder road today