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Dreaming of clean sheets x
Sleep deprived woman
She's tired and drained
She rubs her eyes
Try's to keep her mind alive and entertained
She has battled with demons
For most of her life
She has been on the sharp end
More than twice
Her skin is leathery
But when she smiles
You see beauty behind
From her early life
Earthy tones
And deep blue eyes
The Beauty drowned a little
Every time she cried
Yellow tinge stains her fingernails
The cough forming in her chest
From the smoke she inhales
Her body so thin
You could call it frail
And her hair is greasy
Her heart stale
She is waiting a ship
That's never set sail
Her mumma left when she was a baby
Her daddy she never new
And didn't care to
Brought up by her nanna
A hard woman herself
And her poppy
Well....
He was rage
It Always took control
Threatened her everyday
And beat her to a pulp
One day she ran
As far as the eye could see
She ran so far
And eventually found the streets
Swapped beatings and clean sheets
For roadside fires and the earths scum
Slept in alley ways
And Was stealing bread
When girls her age
were at prom
She was lost
With no loving arms
Until man after man
Caused her harm
All these years later
It's a wonder she is even alive
Her demons should have killed her inside
But it's amazing how a strong heart can survive
It's almost nine
Her body gets the shakes
Waiting for the liquor store
To open it's gates
A little sip of wine to get through the day
To ease the jitters
So she can finally wake
........ The cool liquid washes her throat
Gives her absence
That she is used to
and knows
Forty years
She has been home on these streets
All the time dreaming of loving arms
And a set of clean sheets x
She's tired and drained
She rubs her eyes
Try's to keep her mind alive and entertained
She has battled with demons
For most of her life
She has been on the sharp end
More than twice
Her skin is leathery
But when she smiles
You see beauty behind
From her early life
Earthy tones
And deep blue eyes
The Beauty drowned a little
Every time she cried
Yellow tinge stains her fingernails
The cough forming in her chest
From the smoke she inhales
Her body so thin
You could call it frail
And her hair is greasy
Her heart stale
She is waiting a ship
That's never set sail
Her mumma left when she was a baby
Her daddy she never new
And didn't care to
Brought up by her nanna
A hard woman herself
And her poppy
Well....
He was rage
It Always took control
Threatened her everyday
And beat her to a pulp
One day she ran
As far as the eye could see
She ran so far
And eventually found the streets
Swapped beatings and clean sheets
For roadside fires and the earths scum
Slept in alley ways
And Was stealing bread
When girls her age
were at prom
She was lost
With no loving arms
Until man after man
Caused her harm
All these years later
It's a wonder she is even alive
Her demons should have killed her inside
But it's amazing how a strong heart can survive
It's almost nine
Her body gets the shakes
Waiting for the liquor store
To open it's gates
A little sip of wine to get through the day
To ease the jitters
So she can finally wake
........ The cool liquid washes her throat
Gives her absence
That she is used to
and knows
Forty years
She has been home on these streets
All the time dreaming of loving arms
And a set of clean sheets x
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