"Vanessa's Song"
by Paloma
Nights are cruel,
she has seen from her window,
wives rushing to….
a husband…
a hand to squeeze….
a place to set at the table….
a fire to start…..
washing her heart at the kitchen sink,
that man, her
husband,
she turned him loose
to find his way without her,
Nights are cruel
when you wash your heart at
the kitchen sink