Dust

Block out the news, Little boys go hide. From the truth, Tucked away at night Whispering, Whispering through cloaks. It's all a game to see who has the most I can't break it. I can't even shake it. From the back of my tongue, For all who try to take it And I'll raise my glass And I'll come back strong Fire and rain, Surely outlive storms. Blues to the weather, Blues to the rain. Sun for my sisters, Coming out to play I watch as these mothers, All fend for themselves. Hiding from big men, Collecting our debts. They're hungry for children, They're searching for brides Veils and roses, To make another's wife Blinded by duty, Put up on front lines. Keep all your riches, We only want your life