Born Strangled

A new song. Born Strangled. By Carol Murphy.

Born Strangled

Bed rangled

Chickens coming home to roost

Memory murky

I’m going cold turkey

To try to unshackle the

Shame it’s not Sunday

So I can have fun day

Amongst the sand and the grass

And swim in cold waters

Away from sons and daughters

Of my distant past

And the currents will grab me

And pull me under

And no one will know

The horror I plunder.

I want to go under

Take me under

Take me under