He was from the wrong side of the bayou.A place where voodoo was revered and fallen angels whispered.I didn’t care.I loved him from the first time we played together, and I love him still.I haven’t seen him in so long.I went back to New Orleans when I could.I never stopped thinking about him.My bayou boy with the heavy Cajun accent.I just didn’t know that the happy little boy had turned into such a different man.I didn’t know that he had been looking for me too.I didn’t know a lot of things.But finding out was much worse than staying in the dark.
He was from the wrong side of the bayou.A place where voodoo was revered and fallen angels whispered.I didn’t care.I loved him from the first time we played together, and I love him still.I haven’t seen him in so long.I went back to New Orleans when I could.I never stopped thinking about him.My bayou boy with the heavy Cajun accent.I just didn’t know that the happy little boy had turned into such a different man.I didn’t know that he had been looking for me too.I didn’t know a lot of things.But finding out was much worse than staying in the dark.