Supper

Dear victims on TV
So sorry I was afraid
Couldn't leave my sofa today

How's that news again?
9 years old a father and a rape?

Always tired... aren't I?
And skies in my forehead
Dauntless fists upwards

Those eyes are now mine
Can't save... gotta work
How many are still fighting?

[[ I am mine and only mine
Oh I'm so sorry
Gotta leave you here...]]