I am the start

the middle

and the end of my life... and life I hold....

A little girl who knows nothing of the

blood, death, and ghosts that haunt

our family.

I must move on, all of that should be in my past, I must move on...

But the history of my family... carved in one picture to the

next...Mama Esther... Boy Charles...

I must move on, all of that should be in my past, I must move on...

My baby girl, Maretha, can go on and do

everything I could never do...

To teach and play the piano..

My brother.. even has a plan ...piano for land...

Freedom over bondage....

I cut my shackles free, and let my chains drop...

The sound of the train approaching sounds through my mind...

I must move on, all of it is in my past, I am moving on...here)