Janet

Is this really the place, to ask the reason why, uneven love's ashamed, ways of loss and show, you beat out your time, with nowhere else to go, soaked on an ocean main, desolation in your cry, you always try to calculate, what you need to know, no longer berate the sky, wooden box or one way blow, when you once jumped rail, foundation walls safe to climb, beyond the spikes of jail, your lips can't fake, news to a sweetheart's lie, or see her heart gain, not easy to explain, what hurts you deep inside, seeing Blues in someone's face, your eyes full of rain.