Emma

Embers burning low, it's been a while, have you nowhere else to go, it's not like you to atone, was it the child, frozen against your bones, might have once been so, but you had more style, wrapped up in the snow, did you raise your brow, told them stuff their fines, you had another show, always one to roam, you had no need to mine, rights you didn't own, now when the cock crows, you sit by the fire, coax a smile into your soul, try to look kind.