Honorable Mention | “Dirty Welcome Mats”

“DIRTY WELCOME MATS”
WRITTEN BY KIM POWELL
SAN MIGUEL DE ALLENDE, MEXICO

Rain brings a strange air blowing in
Got to get back to myself again
Don’t love you and you don’t love me
But the past holds all this history

When I was a girl I wished at the moon
When the sun came up it seemed too soon
Trees used to cry at the sky
When mama was out and we were inside

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Dirty welcome mats we used to sit on
When mama was gone
When mama was gone

There’s a cold chill breathing up my spine
You have gone and my heart has died
You build me up to only break me down
And now you’re running all around

When I was young and mama too
Men like you were all we knew
Now it’s no wonder how I got here
I learned it from her and she never left there

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Bridge
How long must we suffer from
Our past live for now forever…

I know I won’t be satisfied
Till I have tried all she has tried
It’s not like a want it this way
But that’s a child’s price to pay

So I will run with the whispering wind
Always remembering what happened then
And if I can I’ll try to break free
From my babies turning out like me

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