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 Raney William's playground was among Haven's streets
 Where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths
 Names and photos of the young black faces
 Whose death and blood consecrated these places
 
 Raney's mother said Raney stay at my side
 For you are my blessing, you are my pride
 It's your love here that keeps my soul alive
 I want you to come home from school and stay inside
 
 Raney'd do his work and put his books away
 There was a channel showed a Western movie everyday
 And that brought him home books on the black cowboys of the Oklahoma range
 The Seminole scouts that fought the tribes of the Great Plains
 
 Summer come and the days grew long
 Raney always had his mother's smile to depend on
 Along the street of stray bullets he made his way
 To the warmth of her arms at the end of each day
 
 Come the Fall, the rain flooded these homes
 In Ezekiel's valley of dry bones
 It fell hard and dark to the ground
 It fell without a sound
 
 And they took up with a man whose business was the boulevard
 
Whose smile was fixed in a face that was never off guard
 In the pipes 'neath the kitchen sink his secrets are kept
 In the day, behind drawn curtains in the next bedroom he slept
 
 And she got lost in the days
 The smile Raney depended on dusted away
 The arms that held him were no more his own
 He lay at night his head pressed to her chest listening to the ghost in her bones
 
 In the kitchen, Raney slipped his hand between the pipes
 From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar bills and stuck it in his coat side
 Stood in the dark at his mother's bed
 Brushed her hair and kissed her eyes
 
 In the twilight Raney walked to the station on streets of stone
 Through Pennsylvania and Ohio his train drifted on
 Through the small towns of Indiana the big train crept
 As he lay his head back on his seat and slept
 
 He woke and the towns gave way to muddy fields of green
 Corn and cotton and endless nothing in between
 Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped and was gone
 The moon rose and stripped the earth to its bone
  
            
 
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