Heartburn
There was a young lady
Who lived by a stream
Then one night she woke up
In the middle of a dream
There was a young lady
Who took all she knew
And she thought about what is I do
So one morning she took step outside
She needed to clear her head and then to decide
Is it time to leave?
Or is time to fight?
Is this a new day?
Or another dark night?
Heartburn
© Copyright Si Atherley &
– 01 Jan 1970
– 01 Jan 1970