EXACTLY HOW WE MET
On August 14, 2005, I uploaded a song created out of Loops/Samples to a popular Garageband community. I was contacted by a man
named Jim Bouchard, who believed the song deserved original music. I happily agreed and nine days later we posted our first collaboration. The song was Andrea Yates. When I read about the details of her life, I wept. I felt compelled to tell a part of her story I had come to understand, and had not yet heard.
As of today, she was found not guilty by reason of insanity. The real insanity is that she wasn't the first, nor will she be the last Andrea Yates.
LYRICS
Times were hard and nothing easy down in Seminole, Florida.
In 97' they left the travel trailer and went back to Texas; lived in a renovated bus.
No one can tell you how four walls can close in.
For years they lived light and followed God.
But when I was just seventeen a valedictorian, captain of the swim team,
don't forget, I was a member of the National Honor Society.
June '99 after the fourth child she started seeing things
hearing things, listening to a preacher his words salvation surely bring.
Michael Woronecki, a traveling minister, preached a sermon
about women made
Andrea see the role of wife and mother
is derived from the original sin of Eve.
I was a good girl I studied nursing, graduated from UT, an RN at the cancer center when I met Rusty,
when we married I was twenty-three.
One day with a sharp knife at her throat pointed,
twice threatened suicide she cried and she pleaded
with Rusty to let that day be their last goodbye.
Catatonic for ten days Docs said no more babies.
Haldol they gave her soon she was feeling well.
Rusty would move them into a real home.
November 2000 brought a baby girl.
I prayed and I prayed. I read the bible, sometimes frantically;
a better wife, a better mother, Lord, can you make out of me?
Desperate days homeschooling the children. After her dad died she went spiraling.
One by one took them to the water,
held them under until they stayed.
Andrea Yates sits in Harris County prison.
Michael's still preaching under east Texas pines.
I saw Rusty on Larry King the other day.
If you ask me he looked just fine.
But when I was just seventeen Valedictorian, Captain of the swim team,
don't forget, I was a member of the National Honor Society.
YOU'RE LISTENING TO ANDREA YATES.
©kking & jbouchard, 2006. published by bucket o' songs. all rights reserved.
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