She’s petrified

She doesn’t dare to go out

She has no transport and her clothes are in doubt


She’s 43 and can’t stand up for herself

So she sits down, makes some soup, knits and cleans through the house.

Excercises, but the world petrifies us

Not daring to go out for fear of who’s about

frustrated, she’s to blame, they’re all to blame

deep down she feels she knows

they’re the one’s who’re insane

She just doesn’t want to play their game

She’s terrified, life passing her by

scared of all the representations, she ain’t no petrified cry

she’s here and so full of life

but she’s all alone.


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