VALENTINE, Jean


Friend

Friend I need your hand every morning

but anger and beauty and hope

these roses make one rose.

Friend I need a hand every evening

but anger and hope and beauty

are three roses

that make one rose.

Let's fix our bed it's in splinters

and I want to stay all year.

Let's fix our bed it's in splinters

and I want to stay all year.

Did you hear what that woman on Grafton Street was saying?

You won't be killed today.

We don't even know we're born