She pulls back a calico curtain
Half shuts her eyes to the light
Inside she is warm but uncertain
If she's unlocked the chains of the night.
She looks down on the street
Where they're selling their meat
And remembers her feet felt so raw,
And the church of her heart
Is now falling apart
Laying ruined and bare on the floor.
She no longer fears the rejection
She knows she's not tired or worn
For she has the perfect infection
Her body is battered and torn.
She pulls down a blind
At the back of her mind
So no-one but strangers will see,
Then she turns out the light
Saying one last 'Goodnight,
I have so many places to be.'
They laid out her body on granite
Tortured and twisted in grey
The thought that I caught was, Would I
Always recall her this way?
Down in her soul
They discovered a hole
That was cold as coldest coldest be
But her spirit lives on
In a rose by the lawn
And this gift that she's given to me.
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