Stella

When you talk coastlines, when you smell rain, who pays the fine, smile in the mirror, wait for a dismal train, stand here and shiver, don't waste my time, nearing home you say, all your words are lies, proud of your honour, a bridge across the plain, you act like a sinner, for our youngest child, who suffers more than pain, behind your terrible why, you ask who delivers, his birth right a highway, light up a Marlborough, shadows cross your face .