29 October 2012
You walk into the room Awkwardly sit on a chair You try to make conversation By your secrets are bare
You left us to fend All alone when you left Social services came They were here for your theft
Dumped us in foster homes Moved us around It's no wonder we never felt Anywhere safe and sound
But you turn up again Seven years or another Just come to sit there Our dear sweet mother
Sitting • Opuss № I