Quiana

Brother what was that time, when I prayed on trains. sweated for your child, did you watch me plumb, a drain pipe in the rain, to fashion us a home, poets from another clime, say God is not to blame, for these tears and brine, who says find the zone where life remains the same, why need to use your 'fone, anchors bind my hands, ships ply ancient lanes, nothing seems to rhyme, you laugh in dogged tones, cannot bear to chase, a love that'doesn't chime, I am not your slave.