Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding
Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible
tears
Safe in my own words, learning from my own words
Cruel joke, cruel joke

Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my
eyes
The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak
his mind
To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and
scarred
A refugee, refugee.