No home
I’ve walked a hundred miles
my hands still painted red
For the guilt that lays deep in my soul,
you could think me dead.
I’ve spent my love in many places
on men who love me not
I’ve spent it here before
I’ve given quite a lot.
My heart I’ve held in shackles.
silver painted copper red
I’ve held my heart in shackles
I’ve beaten in my head.
I’ve walked the plank just to be brought back
Humiliation stains my bones
I’ll walk the plank even more
Never had a home.
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