PARIAH

Oh the bleeding moon.

Oh she comes too soon.

She doesn’t come at all.

She’s ready for the fall.

Pariah.

Oh she’ll be all right.

She’s not worth the fight.

Oh she’ll be OK.

Who cares anyway.

Pariah.

When you reveal it they will fear it.

They will fear it Pariah.

She doesn’t fit the part.

Bruised and stubborn heart.

But no-one really minds.

Because no one’s really kind.

Pariah.

She knows it.

Name it pariah.