(big momma in the sky)

Big momma in the sky

I don’t get you.

I won’t try to pretend I do.

Why do you let my brothers

and sisters fall so?

Why don’t you hold them close

despite their yelling and screaming.

Us, me and my siblings, that know you

we know it is best when we just sit

in silence as you rock us

back and forth and back and forth.

I don’t get you and I don’t need to.

I just wish the lost ones would come back.