Ms. White

it's alright Ms. White,

you can write all night long.

Try to think of all the reasons,

now she's there with water in those eyes.

Where's Mr. Hamilton?

In the back of her mind,

at night Ms. White used to write.

She put it together.

She'd think there's nothing better

and write all night as the sun left

and write on to the break of day.

Until she saw the sunshine,

and she knew for sure that she'd be fine.

At night Ms. White --her alter ego named Mamma.

Mamma hold the drama.

I mean to say

that although she's Ms. White today,

tonight?

Miss White?

No. 

It's Mamma,

and there will be hell to pay.

The pen is mightier than the sword,

but the spoken word can hit harder than any written verb.

Mamma's Ms. White's late night counter part

with the coldest heart.

Got the pure raw power of persuasion

that she could draw upon if given the occasion.

I mean

it's about ethics.