One Mississippi,

Two Mississippi,

Your fingers slipping

Out of my hand

Your footsteps

Going farther away

I wonder why you built

The wall you did

And what it’s made out of.

Three Mississippi,

Four Mississippi,

Your voices echos in the air

And your memory lives

In photographs

I want only

One Mississippi

To hear you say

My name or hear you say

You won’t leave,

When you run.