Western Daylight

I am the daughter of a farmer's son, the spawn of riches, power, faith all gone. I am the dreams of soldiers nurses and crooks, words that men with power made into books. I danced with voices from across the street the kind I knew would never care for me I made them smile so they wanted more, but love was never on the cards before.

I gave my mind to another man, he wanted power so I gave him my hand. I fought the battle with nobody to phone, I had to win the war before I went home. it's advertised on the corners and bends, shopping for images on how to make friends another headache that's too good to be true a decade of Western daylight is through.