It is them stars missy B
the night sky
Makes me feel lonely
I want go home
but still I want to stay here
and watch her grow up
strange she is a month old
and her mother is still wearing up that plastic bracelet from St Lukes
She lives in darkness
that can't be good for a baby
not to see the sky?
Who knows missy B
It beats the hell out of me.
I throw up my hands and look up at the tender indifference of the stars
