Holy People

Henry Adams was a young lad His father a drunk And his mother a dad In deep holes dug to paint image to cave Both teach young Henry of the drunken man's ways Mother man projects a man in the sand A man who put himself there Now gloving his hands The drunken man in the sand says mother man's so loving Rightfully so Hauling Henry and two ducklings Mother man Questions if God's even real She shed a few tears Went upstairs to hold seal Hands with holes on her forehead Her eyes in the mirror She keeps mindful of snakes In her ear Blood rushed down her face Wine in her eyes She let out a scream She couldn't handle the sight Henry is not a young man anymore His father is no longer drunk But right now the mother of Henry is poor And I bet both their stories are done