Her face tight and drawn
Purse opened like a yawn
With nothing left to pawn
Across this weighted divide
What will thus provide?
A pain not to subside?
Not able to do the math
Muddy waters are my bath
Justified within his wrath
My dues are shades of gray?
Never to see the light of day?
Oh, so heavily they do weigh.
Purse opened like a yawn
With nothing left to pawn
Across this weighted divide
What will thus provide?
A pain not to subside?
Not able to do the math
Muddy waters are my bath
Justified within his wrath
My dues are shades of gray?
Never to see the light of day?
Oh, so heavily they do weigh.
