July 22nd Poem by Richard Horton

I was talking to her mother,
She's not settled on a lover,
In and out of common lives,
Just like a fasion,

Hold her hand,
Never try to understand,
Let the bird sing, Let bird Fly,
Let the wind blow, Let it blow high,
One Summer's day she'll come by,

Anna's just passing through,
You'r not sure just what she might do,
In and out of common lives,
And finds a new scene,

No need for emotion,
Leaving heads full of confusion,
Here comes the midnight train
Oh here she comes again,
Coming to casue pain,

Rips out hearts,
Leaves you viewing tarts,
Makes you fall,
Her bra against the wall,
Tabacco and all,
And whats her reward?
All you can aford,
She rips out hearts,
She rips out hearts....