The Rosy Maid

I am bound to a house with roaches

Is there a boat in the world

That can take me to the moon?

Behold, she cries when she looks at the ceiling

For she imagines it to be the sky

Oh mother you are still in heaven

And I am down here in hell

If roses fail, then I'll be done

My best days

Are when I feel young

Cleaning the windows in the night sky

For life is much bigger in the night sky

As I imagine it to be France

Yet here I am in this dirty house

That was occupied way before me,

Behold the dirty house that is me!

For I am sitting in darkness...

For darkness is a gift to my friendly roses

So pretty and bright in the sun

Oh death do not spar before me!

For I am life's rosy maid.