Tilly

Don't talk to us and pause, on banks where rivers widen, she’s still our daughter, we've heard your tales, how she hits the night, how you tried and failed, when she slams the door, still blazing from inside, what you said was raw, doesn't deserve such blame, life's not exactly Paradise, left beyond your pale, you know that we're poor, bring her a kinder time, not some lawyer's clause, from here we see your sails, on lovely beach held high, make her a home again, say you'll treat her right.