Child o' mine
Think kindly of me
And remember
That if I did wrong
In going away from you and your children
That it was not just selfishness
Your husband will have died
In one of the few great things
Left to be done
Inhale earth, exhale hell
Inhale hell, exhale earth
Mark burial grounds
Ship to shore
Cronies, cohorts
Hand to mouth
Just how many miles to cross today for you