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Some songs don’t just play; they reach inside your chest and squeeze until you remember every apology you never got to say.
This is one of those.
A lonely woman, me, twenty Christmases without her, daughter’s laugh, family doors bolted shut by decades of grudges and the ghost of a past soaked in addiction.
I am clean now, I have changed, I am begging; but forgiveness never came.
Slow, haunting, and so raw it hurts to breathe: just a weathered female voice, a weeping pedal steel, and the kind of heartbreak that only a mother who lost everything can sing.
If you’ve ever been the one shut out,if you’ve ever been the one who couldn’t forgive,if you’ve ever prayed for a second chance you’re terrified will never come; this song is going to find you exactly where you are.
By Dixie Heat RecordsSome songs don’t just play; they reach inside your chest and squeeze until you remember every apology you never got to say.
This is one of those.
A lonely woman, me, twenty Christmases without her, daughter’s laugh, family doors bolted shut by decades of grudges and the ghost of a past soaked in addiction.
I am clean now, I have changed, I am begging; but forgiveness never came.
Slow, haunting, and so raw it hurts to breathe: just a weathered female voice, a weeping pedal steel, and the kind of heartbreak that only a mother who lost everything can sing.
If you’ve ever been the one shut out,if you’ve ever been the one who couldn’t forgive,if you’ve ever prayed for a second chance you’re terrified will never come; this song is going to find you exactly where you are.