To love so deep, deep in my soul, a love so strong, that I pray I
can go on. To find someone, so as not to be alone, I pray my Love
will go on. I stop and gander out across that land , that sea and I
realize,what,s for me. To look and realize where I am, my heart
fold,s, because of what I see. My dayly chore,s I perform, again
To feel for the Earth, that I feel for my land and alway,s feel
more strength to go on again. To work myself on my land and to kn-
ow, that I will Love again. Mississippi Love Blue,s, Loving Again,
and Again. Traveling on across the land, searching for another love
to began with again.
My Mississippi Love never, knowing when I will love, ever Love, w
-ill I Ever Love Again. To travel my land, and think of where I,ve
been, now do I feel at home, or should I Journey on Again ?
To be awaken with the Sun touching my Heart, that sometime, make,s me feel at home. So to find a place, and clear a space, a
place so far just for me, just for me to be alone to gather my t-
hought,s, of having a home. Mississippi Love Blue,s,where has all
the love Gone ? Under that Concrete Contract,Called The Heads-
tone. That Rock Of Age,s. That Contract With Death To Stay Gone.
So you may find it my Brother as you turn Each Headstone, Where
they all have Gone.
Written By ; Mr. Rufus Murry Jr.
In Memory Of The 56TH.
Mississsippi Delta Force (56th Infantry) TUSKEGEE
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