Daisy

I walk without fear, down these broken roads, mother's words hush dear, wondering what I know, whose hand do i hold, which house is my home, that photograph there, it looks so alone, find a place for it here, hand to my heart now, seems made of stone, even my head feels closed, I had no idea, in shirt and belt low, why no one comes near, it's really no joke, more than being jealous, want to nurture my soul, without bying trouble.