the 6th day

little joey alabama died before she ever breathed
i had to be the fingers that tried to hold the sand
this happens every day but not to me
what do you say when you don't know how you feel?
i said i'm sorry. they said 'try again'.
it's too late forever
is she in heaven or never
got to be heaven if there ever

was it something i did or thought or didn't say
was it because i was afraid
was it something i smoked or drank
was it meant to be
or did i make it be?
is this punishment or grace in disguise?
only God can answer and he's not talking.
at least not to me.
as long as he's talking to you

my grandma passed before you
i hope she is there with you
braiding your hair
and telling you good stories about me
i can't wait to see you baby
and hold you in new arms
and cry and laugh
until then
know that daddy loves you
and will come and play
with you today
cause today will never end.