I moved around from town to town. Lots of people around. But still, so lonely friendships would grow. Then I'd hit the road. Making up excuses, for why I had to leave.
I am the wanderer's wandering daughter. Wrestle the pestle for the sake of the mortar. I love as I breathe and leave as I live. My cast iron shield's a titanium sieve.
She was reunited with the father of her kids. He said, "It wasn't me, it was the booze, I know not what I did". She said, "You filled the bathtub with my blood.