LYRIC FOR SALE

By J Douglas & G Barnes

She fled and ran until she tripped,
On the roots of his family tree,
He caught her in his arms so strong,
She fell in his pools of green.

She spilled aged whisky down her cheeks,
He wiped those tears away,
Squeezed milk from ‘thin her virgin breasts,
And ‘pon the soil they lay.

Her heart got trapped 'thin his tattoo,
A blue tear drop below his eye,
But then he blew that heart away,
Like smoke from a hot peat fire.

She’s walked the road alone e’er since,
The ghost of his child in her arms,
A burning taste scorched on her lips,
And a lonely distant stare.