JW BLACK


Aloof, my mother
Files her face away
Like a feather that weathers
A mayhem
Reclusive she's become
Ever since he's changed his ways
Is there still time?

When you melt yourself down
Do you find you again?
You heart wrote the first page
Your hand writes the end

Aloof my father
Listens to the radio
Holds a bottle that
Injects craziness inside his brain
Born from a vile wolf
A fragile bird with broken wings
Is there still time?

When you melt yourself down
Do you find you again?
Your heart wrote the first page
Your hand writes the end

She's active and spirited
He is impetuous and oppressive
She's literate and literal
He's hasty and unpredictable

Aloof, my mother still
Waits for her prince to rescue her