There will be broken glasses, lit by red
And screaming, and shouting- words unsaid
There will come rain, slowly, then all at once
Food left untouched, a bitterness unkept
And there will come mornings, back to back
A souvenir tattooed- deep black.
There will be broken glasses, lit by red
And screaming, and shouting- words unsaid
There will come rain, slowly, then all at once
Food left untouched, a bitterness unkept
And there will come mornings, back to back
A souvenir tattooed- deep black.
