She, compelled by her caffeine Our mother's lucid dream. Keeper of our keys Me, the watcher on her wall Our queen again to fall Involuntary scene. Vicarious defeat We aren't like her. They aren't like her Broken So go the planes that leave. Survivor on the wing Longer the longing run. Both worlds left undone Neither one feels like home built from rubble stone When all our walls cave in If only she weren't broken If only she could leave I still believe we lay witness to good deeds But none of us are kings or queens Just peasant stock fatique