Sarah Three

You scream the news, in troubled nights, as if you knew, all the different ones, left hanging on the line, you loved and gone, fire burns up the flue, don't tell me how to cry, when you look so callow, it’s not me you blocked, swimming against the tide, everything you held and lost, no matter who you use, however you may try, you are not immune, who cares what is crocked, something deep inside, shines beside my shock, who will sing your blues, pillows furl the sky, death is no easy due, even when you die.