One Hundred Saints

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He was from the wrong side of the bayou.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A place where voodoo was revered and fallen angels whispered.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I didn't care.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I loved him from the first time we played together and I love him still.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I haven't seen him in so long.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I went back to New Orleans when I could.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I never stopped thinking about him.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My bayou boy with the heavy Cajun accent.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I just didn't know that the happy little boy had turned into such a different man.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I didn't know that he had been looking for me too.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I didn't know a lot of things.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But finding out was much worse than staying in the dark.</span></p>