Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono

Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding

Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears

Safe in my own words, learning from my own words

Cruel joke, cruel joke

Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono

A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes

The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind

To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scarred

A refugee, refugee.