Somewhere in London
Lives a girl called Jane.
Somewhere in Dublin
I feel so much pain.
Jane was my sweetness,
So big & so brave.
Sweetness & her light,
My soul does it crave.
A second borne child,
This one alive,
To find her & keep her
As harder I strive…
To do what is right,
I must myself constrain,
Who was taken from me,
Sucked out in pain.
I am standing taller now,
Oh how I’ve grown!
Another sweetness have I…
NOT!
How the years have flown.
For Izzy is lost to me,
Or is she not?
When I think on her carers,
My temples get hot!
They are so greedy
And so Goddamned mean,
I have not seen Izzy
Since before she turned teen!
Oh I’ve got her back
And she’s got mine too…
As for her minders,
Gonna mince them in stew!!
Faith In The Ripple Effect 