The unraveling begins with one loose thread
The stranger who moved in next door
He's not lik us born here
He's a lost soul with a broken hea
Here to heal, to start over, make new memories
He needs a community to wrap its arms around him
To accept him,
He is a loose thread, a casualty of a broken fabric
When did the social fabric that once wove a community together
Begin to unravel?
It could be any place
Small Town, USA
Times have changed.
Neighbors gossiping over the fence, gone
Sitting on the front porch swing, waving at passersby, gone
The fabric unravels more loose threads
The family down the street they don't go to our church
The elderly man waving from his garden, he is peculiar
The single mom struggling to provide for her family, she deserves it
The loose threads of a broken social fabric
Has become me.
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