But as things would have it,
This isn’t a wish, its a poem
And all the cries you hear at night
are sad love sounds and my moans
That ring from my fire escape
and kick down my doors
that strap all my limbs down
and refuse to be ignored
But as things would have it,
This isn’t a wish, its a poem
And all the cries you hear at night
are sad love sounds and my moans
That ring from my fire escape
and kick down my doors
that strap all my limbs down
and refuse to be ignored