He’s sweeping the driveway again
Dead leaves and twigs in the snow
Every man has someplace to be
But no real home
The silhouette of a woman
Locked up in a brick wall hell
With real nice hardwood flooring
The kind you could smell
She stands in the window
Behind dark red curtains
Everybody needs a hero
But is it really worth it?
© 2013 Bilal Kaci