Bloodshot Eyes
See how she sits in the onion field and cries,
People pass by unconcerned as to why;
In an onion field she sits and cries.
Has she lost someone? Maybe they’ve died,
Is that the reason? Only we can surmise why;
In an onion field she sits and cries.
What torments has she endured?
Fear and loneliness prominent in her eyes, why;
In an onion field she sits and cries.
No one is interested nothing is said,
About the voices in her head, or why;
In an onion field she sits and cries.
Breda Ware
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