Memory And A Dream
(words & music by Markus Rill)		  
 
As in William Faulkner's "The Sound & The Fury", I wanted to describe an incident from a child's perspective and then have it unfold. Maybe it's closer to his short story "That Evening Sun" because I'm only using one narrator.
I was just a kid back then so there ain't much that I know for sure
I thought I heard thunder crack and I saw Momma fallin' to the floor

All I remember is a pool of blood and Momma's open eyes
And Daddy runnin' right out of the house as I stood there cryin'

I guess the neighbors musta called the cops and told 'em 'bout the shot they heard
Told 'em 'bout the screamin' and the fightin' and the gun, I ain't ever said a word
Never did

I grew up in an orphanage with a house outa town and a Daddy in a cell
Now I've gone back to live on the land, now that Daddy's gone to hell

And, Lord, sometimes I miss my Dad and I wonder did he ever think of me
Well, Momma held me tight tonight in a memory and a dream
Momma, hold me tight again tonight in a memory in a dream