Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono |
| Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding |
| Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears |
| Safe in my own words, learning from my own words |
| Cruel joke, cruel joke |
| Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono |
| A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes |
| The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind |
| To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scarred |
| A refugee, refugee. |