On her way home she starts to cry
This feeling, though fleeting
Gets worse each time

It can't be blamed
For trying


A gentle warning
Pay no mind
All her wanting

Was met with silence.
She can't be blamed
For trying.


In a bedroom
Of pine and grizzle

It's her home now
It's home now
Home


Strength is a weakness sometimes
I'd comfort her if I could

But I don't know how
You can't be blamed
For trying