Wrote this in about an hour at around midnight last night, then spent a while trying to improve it today. I'd love some help on making the story stronger. Kind of had a Southern Gothic-y feel in mind.


Madeline May

Born in the winter
Howling like the wind
Her wildfire eyes
Sing a wanderer's hymn
She's quiet as Sunday
But sure as sin
Goes wherever
The adventure is

She toes the line
Only every other day
The townsfolk
Have been known to say
That little girl
She's got her ways
That's just like
Madeline May

New boy in town
Never known fear
Lives for rock and roll
And that's all she needs to hear
She's too young to drink
So she makes him a habit
His ring don't fit
But she gladly wears it

She toes the line
Only every other day
The townsfolk
Have been known to say
That little girl
She's got her ways
That's just like
Madeline May

Madeline May, born in '48
Ran with her love to the interstate
He told her all about a promised land
So she followed the devil, yeah, she took his hand

The townsfolk said
That she ran away
She toed the line
Only every other day
The boy who took her
No, they never knew his name
But they found the ring
That was Madeline May's

You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden.

17 year old country singer/songwriter from the Deep South... of England. I love most everything.

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