Cathy

Sometimes I ask why, can we ever atone, our eyes on fire, it could be shame, that lights our home, each night and every day, not given foresight, the wind blows cold, you make another line, kids that bear your name, you let roam, are you insane, when you hear me cry, don’t leave a hanging phone, it's not enough to sigh, buy some shiny nails, help me with the loans, this house is not a jail, no matter how we fight, or bruise our callow bones, let’s do this right, don’t act gone.