My old Room
Back to my old bedroom to nurse myself and lick my wounds and
Pray to god the pain ends soon.
Back to my mothers house where I am safe and kept from harm.
It is a home of happiness and mirth and cozy and warm.
Soon I’ll venture back to Sheffield, the big smoke in the north,
Back to the 2 room apartment –kitchenette, dinette, living space & porch,
The cold bedroom, the icy damp bathroom and the arctic chill between us,
Should be just enough to answer the question, must it be – It must.
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