The Well

Last night I dreamt I saw
A little babe all wrapped in shawls
And her hair, and her eyes, they are brown like my little sister's are
A vision of denial
As a sign
As will to carry on

It was a fragment of my mind
A ticking time bomb deep inside
And her eyes, and her smile, they are kind like my lover's often are
A vision of a child who beckons
I guess I must belong

Still there's time
Water 'stead o' wine
Re-aligning spines
Maybe one day I will stand in line
Maybe one day I will stand in line
Maybe one day I will stand in line

A coat of arms lies on the floor
They mutilate its stoney walls
All woman, and in numbers, so you know that they do their job too well
Mutinous to scar, they repeat, to poison their own well

Still there's time
Water 'stead o' wine
Re-aligning spines
Maybe one day I will stand in line
Maybe one day I will stand in line
Maybe one day I will stand in line



Credits
Writer(s): Susannah Merry
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