"Good morning", she said
with an angelic voice.

"Good morning my dear", I replied.

"Mommy get up!
I've made us a feast."
She

Let us help, looking for loved ones
amongst the wreckage, of today
Sometimes, it seems too hard
just, to simply find their

Another fine mess

But what a lovely mess it is

You really got a hold on me

I don't ever want to be free...

What a lovely

The wreckage of a wayward life-
This mess is mine alone.
I’ve listened to temptation’s voice
And lost the light