Paloma

My time goes by unspoken, afraid of family especially Pa, our farm closed and broken, which hand did you hold, inside the stables pathway bar, sun struck leaves me sore, my days scattered unfold, no one sees my star, or hears a silent roar, that memory won't emote, chime or beat of bell jar, awaken lost Mariposa, steal away like a ghost, elbow grease a foreign bar, have to deal with cuckolds, see the crime as a token, why not say tu voir, not so easy to let it go, we never travel far.