A Daughter’s Memorial Dempsey Malone, Sr.

I get high, I get low, I move fast, I move slow

But wherever I go you’re there.

I can smile, I can frown, I give up, I give down

Because somewhere around you’re there

How did you get in this memory of mine

Oh, why can’t I lose you somewhere?

I can walk, I can run, I can grieve or have fun

But when all’s said and done You’re there.

When I feel like I should- all the while I knock wood

But it don’t do no good, you’re there.

I can seek, I can hide, turn aloes or be tied

But when it’s all cut and dried, you’re there.

I get high, I get low, I move fast, I move slow

But wherever I go you’re there