Ocean

More than a swollen eye, love holds the door ajar, hell is on the fly, inflated or in despair, she can cry if she wants, to ever begin again, if the same happens time, home is not so far, compared with this sty, made for someone's care, her life is just a hoopla, given another turn, who needs this fight, carrying misery to share, a picture of disquise, sees the harvest burn, the highway spitting tar, can't get beyond her stare, framed by water asks why, she's gone this far, forgets the war inside, swears it is her Da ?