Dust - La Roche

Block out the news

Little boys go hide

From the truth

Tucked away at night

Whispering

Whispering through cloaks

It’s all a game to see who has the most

I can’t break it

I can’t even shake it

From the back of my tongue

For all who try to take it

And I’ll raise my glass

And I’ll come back strong

Fire and rain

Surely outlive storms

Blues to the weather

Blues to the rain

Sun for my sisters

Coming out to play

I watch as these mothers

All fend for themselves

Hiding from big men

Collecting our debts

They’re hungry for children

They’re searching for brides

Veils and roses

To make another’s wife

Blinded by duty

Put up on front lines

Keep all your riches

We only want your life