Rhianna

Does your husband's curfew, make you to suffer still, light holy candles be rude, give money to every fool, see you stumble, fall ill, draw salt at your blues, incant you with perfume, when life becomes shrill, cut your love collect dues, or will they see a river bloom, worrying at the chill, of someone else's moods, the ones who say see you soon, turn laughter to dust still, with dreams of good news, put you in a Catholic refuge, scrub away your thrills, hold freedom sing awful tunes, worry about your will ?