Between Mesquite
I went looking for him, but he could not be found anywhere
I looked all mornin’
I looked high, I looked low
I looked left, I looked right
I looked on both sides of the road
And I found my prayer sittin’
In the dirt,
by a rock,
between mesquite,
in the sun and
I reached down and
scooped him up and
dropped to my knees and
pulled him close and
I looked up and
I told myself that
I would not stop hugging him