THE BRUISESD WOMB. 

Sisters that danced,
Sisters that died,
Of the Bruised Womb,
Life giving room,
Of the Bruised Womb,
Shadows who follow,
Shadows who box,
Me, and me again ,who walks,
With coloured dreams,
As leaves in the winds,
Through a window,
Of the jagged Tree,
waitin,
To be free,
Like the Bruised Womb,
Life giving room,
My room,
Smiles through their twisted sorrow,
Whilst the bell it clangs,
With grief, and emptiness,
So I may say to you, Sisters two,
Who slipped 'n' danced away to heaven's eternal
Tune,
Goodbye, goodbye, and goodbye, 
A men,
And goodbye,
Is the shout of this boy,
To a World that is deaf to our cry.