Skating late last night I retraced the vigil path Found two candles burning on Rita's step So I added one more and wondered how it felt to feel the knife strike so close to home. They called her a man Called her a transvestite They said she lived a double life But we know better We know the truth We know why Rita died.
I still hear your mama's cries Haunting the canyons of my mind You were just too much girl For somebody else's world
I gazed into the windows of the bar where you were last seen I searched each patron's eyes for signs of guilt I heard again your mama cry "Who took away my child?" echoing off canyon walls of brick and steel
I still hear your mama's cries Haunting the canyons of my mind You were just too much girl For somebody else's world
I still hear your mama's cries Haunting the canyons of my mind You were just too much girl For somebody else's world
posted by Monica Roberts at 1:16 AM on Nov 20, 2007
"In Memory of Rita Hester"
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