Post by cunderwood on May 1, 2012 0:18:21 GMT -5
brooklynn elizabeth meyers
LOCAL, 23, SWEET, WIDOW, STUBBORN, CARRIE UNDERWOOD, HARTFORD
I AM A SOUTHERN BELL I was born on april nineteenth in southern alabama. yeah typical country girl right? i spent my childhood taking care of the animals on my parents farm and riding the bus from the country into town for school. They both passed away a few years ago and i miss them dearly. my mama taught me impeccable manners, she taught me to address everyone by 'sir' or 'ma'am' regardless of their age or position. back home i'm always recognized by my unforgettable Southern drawl, unstinting hospitality and graciousness. My family is also known for our many football games we used to throw out in the flat part of our pasture. Every family event we would all go out there, the young and the elderly- and play until the sun went down before we would have a huge bonfire. It became a tradition, and even now after my parent's have left we still all make it back home on holidays. My aunt lives there now and is carrying on the farm with my uncle and three cousins.
I AM STUBBORN
I CAN SING
I AM A NURSE
I AM A WIDOW
I AM HEALING
The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray
lord please lift his soul and heal this hurt
then the congregation all stood up and sang the saddest song that she ever heard
then they handed her a folded up flag and
she held on to all she had left of him oh and what could’ve been
and then guns rang one last shot and it felt like a bullet in her heart
Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm, looking from a distance, standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now,
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream
lord please lift his soul and heal this hurt
then the congregation all stood up and sang the saddest song that she ever heard
then they handed her a folded up flag and
she held on to all she had left of him oh and what could’ve been
and then guns rang one last shot and it felt like a bullet in her heart
Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm, looking from a distance, standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now,
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream
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A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOURSELF RIGHT HERE! INCLUDE YOUR NAME/WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE CALLED, PERHAPS YOUR TIMEZONE, AND IF YOU WANT TO, YOUR AGE! OTHER THAN THAT, IT'S FREE RANGE. (ABOUT YOU, THE PLAYER, NOT THE CHARACTER.)
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