All Her Books - Fein

Scribbling on her pages

As she ages

Whiskey back;

she drinkin'

Cute little family passes

Greenest grass is

On their lawn;

still drinkin'

Stumblin' toward the water

No-one caught her

Concrete lake;

she sinkin'

Reachin' out blindly hopin'

Slowly chokin'

On her back;

so humam

There’s no-one left to call

Does no-one care at all?

She makes me feel so small

'Cause no-one there saw nothin' wrong

Broken and lifeless eyes look

So surprised, Her

Loneliness;

unanswered

Cute little family walks by

Cover their eyes

And their ears, and noses

All of her books were printed

Lovely sentences

Are all that’s left here

Somebody called for maintenance

Come and clean this mess up, now inhuman

There’s no-one left to call

Does no-one care at all?

She makes me feel so small

'Cause no-one there saw nothin' wrong

Little family in their home

They tell their children

Of what the world holds

Now if you leave our little home

Can’t take it with you

You sure you want to go?

'Cause if you leave our little home

Then we can’t save you

You chose to be alone

There’s no-one left to call

Does no-one care at all?

She makes me feel so small

'Cause no-one there saw nothin' wrong