Nicky

Mornings I ask myself why, can we ever atone, pale my children’s eyes, might as well be Mars, all the fault they own, we're out that far, laugh within my sight, a wind black and cold, never is a good time, them and dogs I want, not to face it alone, but be happy and calm, when you hear me cry, running from a phone, just don’t sigh, sneer at another Da, to keep me at home, don't make this a war, how we'll end the fight, strain our yellow bones, keep me up all night, screaming growing old.