Ill ne baba je I kept repeating
What’s wrong with your father
When everything makes you sick
You see the weakest dog in the pack
Being attacked you want to protect
Them like other dogs may want to rescue
The weakest one stays calm so
They do not hurt him and the crazy
Lady of the neighborhood should be
The one who is protecting her own
But she cannot even protect herself
From the man she has bedded down
With because he is the one who enslaves her
But her story was a great one once she
Is actually an inspiration and an angel
And her life went a different direction
So the rejected become again we too
Were also amazing and then we are
Discarded doves lain on the wayside
Even to ourselves and we must remind
Our inner guide to kick ourselves up
To get out of the sewer that rips the gold
Of life out of your gut that makes you ill
Ill ne baba je she said, very interesting
Everything makes you sick?
The woman repeated at the table
And the broken records still can play
They don’t have to be perfect
They can still make music but you want
To throw them away as your eyes lose the light
Like the light in the eyes of a child
When we are most tired exhausted spirits
We still have to fight to be good
It’s like eating fire even when you don’t
Want to feel good to remember
He’s not going to go
Do you protect the father you don’t know?
So what is your father?
How do you know if you are good
When you are a fatherless child
Moth in the water
© GÄ
Poétique 