Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
(are. Martin)
On her way home she starts to cry
This feeling, though fleeting
Gets worse each time
It can't be blamed
For trying
A gentle warning
Pay no mind
All her wanting
Was met with silence
She can't be blamed
For trying
In a bedroom
Of pine and grizzle
It's her home now
It's home now
Home
Strength is a weakness sometimes
I'd comfort her if I could
But I don't know how
You can't be blamed
For trying