(R. Martin)
On her way home she starts to cry
This feeling, though fleeting
Gets worse each time
It can't be blamed
For trying
A gentle warning
Pay no mind
All her wanting
Was met with silence.
She can't be blamed
For trying.
In a bedroom
Of pine and grizzle
It's her home now
It's home now
Home
Strength is a weakness sometimes
I'd comfort her if I could
But I don't know how
You can't be blamed
For trying
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