This is a new tune that I am working on. Last November, I spent a hard night of the soul in a hospital room rolling over everything I've ever done wrong in my life. I had no intention of writing about it but I heard that Dylan Klebold's mother (one of the Columbine shooters) wrote a book. I can't imagine the courage that took. I guess she inspired me.

I messed up a little in one section and I am trying to consider some slight tweaks to the melody. This is in D modal tuning so I'm out of my league already trying to figure that out. Thoughts on that in particular would be awesome.

Thanks for listening.

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Night is unkind
In this hospital room
This damn chair
It hurts my back

Your IV gets tangled
With your breathing tube
And it beeps
Every time you thrash

Outside the room
There's a security guard
And the nurses
They look away

I ain't got no change
For the vending machine
That's okay
I can't eat anyway

Not every mother's son
is a killer
Not every father's daughter
is adored
He could have been
a writer
Or a builder
He could have been
someone else's
But he's yours..

On the news tonight
A million voices
They're all saying
What you are
But all I can see
Is my baby and me
Reading books
About dinosaurs

Not every mother's son
is a killer
Not every father's daughter
is adored
He could have been a writer
Or a builder
He could have been
someone else's
but he's yours

He was yours

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You think I'm just another jive folk singer but I'm a master in the art of criminology..Tom Russell