(R. Martin)
On her way home she starts to cry
This feeling, though fleeting
Gets worse each time
It can't be blamed
For trying
A gentle warning
Pay no mind
All her wanting
Was met with silence.
She can't be blamed
For trying.
In a bedroom
Of pine and grizzle
It's her home now
It's home now
Home Strength is a weakness sometimes
I'd comfort her if
I could But
I don't know how
You can't be blamed
For trying
(R. Martin)
On her way home she starts to cry
This feeling, though fleeting
Gets worse each time
It can't be blamed
For trying
A gentle warning
Pay no mind
All her wanting
Was met with silence.
She can't be blamed
For trying.
In a bedroom
Of pine and grizzle
It's her home now
It's home now
Home Strength is a weakness sometimes
I'd comfort her if
I could But
I don't know how
You can't be blamed
For trying