From My Window

'Baby Doll'  by  Trish 

Sing baby, sing your song, beyond your window sill
Cut your hair off, move that numb body,
Breathe for Gods sake, no needs left, to kill.

Your space is yours where ever you are.
Your Breath, belongs to you,
In  a cathedral, or boozy bar.

Let words on your mind be what they may
Rough, raw, childish, wise, they are a sign,
You're in a different place, to the old of yesterday

Danger's not your enemy, no longer are you,
Enjoy, enjoy life, out from your  hiding place,
Breathe! breathe! move! move! Relax...relax...too.

Tushie