Many, many people are old and alone. Perhaps some have a story like this.
Album art: Jarek Kubicki
Music/arrangement/vocals: Al Hughson
Lyric: Donna Devine
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Miranda
V1
She wanders the hallway
Her teeth in her pocket
Should anyone come to the door
And moths have been squatting
For years in her closet
While newspapers litter the floor
Chorus
High on a mantel her pain is displayed
Framed in the face of a man and a child
Oh Miranda's shed tears, Miranda's bled tears
Though once long ago she was joyful and wild
Miranda was joyful and wild
V3
She peeps through a window
As local kids taunt her
Demanding to know what she's for
And sometimes a memory
Will ripple the water
And pull her right back to the shore
Chorus
Bridge
Miranda's resolving
To slowly dissolve into dust
Where she feels most at home
Miranda can't fathom
Events that have left her alone
Chorus
© 2014 Donna Devine
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