Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
Hearing my mother on the phone,
wail in a language that's hard to understand.
There's nothing I can do,
but sit here and wish that things hadn't happened the way they did.
My poor granny,
she sits alone now.
Her friend, her husband, her life,
taken away from her.
Everytime I look into Gran's eyes,
all I see is heartbreak.
Now, her son, my uncle is moving away with his family,
leaving us to tend to her everyday.
She sits there quiet, stitching,
waiting for something to happen.
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The wave of the future
wail in a language that's hard to understand.
There's nothing I can do,
but sit here and wish that things hadn't happened the way they did.
My poor granny,
she sits alone now.
Her friend, her husband, her life,
taken away from her.
Everytime I look into Gran's eyes,
all I see is heartbreak.
Now, her son, my uncle is moving away with his family,
leaving us to tend to her everyday.
She sits there quiet, stitching,
waiting for something to happen.
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The wave of the future
