She longs for Peace It's her revenge She's a stark-white Pale Horse Rider And Hell's just around the bend She's kids to raise She's got bills to feed And her pride is a higher horse Than some bum of a man upon a steed The handle's rough, She works it smooth Hardened by the pace The hands get though and it transfers through Before the lines can reach her face She flies like a kite held at the other end Tuggin down on her cinnamon threads Shes shreddin' in the wind But she reads The Bible She believes in the light She thumbs through the pages Til the Good Book smolders and ignites She cries late at night No one to hold her tight Like she should be... Cinnamindy Hoarse and sore, her scratchy voice Saws through a song like a rusty cello Now I lay me down to sleep Lights out, it's time to dream Her days are fine She makes everybody smile With her raspy laugh The days are long But she blows it all off With a wink and a little sass She flies like a kite held at the other end Tuggin down on her cinnamon threads Shes shreddin' in the wind But she reads the Bible She believes in the light She thumbs through the pages Til the good book smolders and ignites She cries late at night Momma just down the hall She cries late at night Momma curled up like a wrecking ball She cries late at night There's no one to hold her tight Like she should be... Cinnamindy My morning light the cinnamon's on her cheeks By morning light she's back to being Cinnamindy