There is nothing romantic about a coward.
Even the deer stares her killer
in its glowing
eyes ‘for the screech and the crash
There is nothing romantic about a coward
who hides on the roof under
stalks of flax
I know, I know
The paperweight upon me,
The past that condemns me
I know, I know
I pay the debts of my father
I know, I know
I am my father's daughter
There is nothing romantic about a coward.
Picks, relies, leaves, betrays
Kisses the weaker man
Nothing romantic about a coward.
Lend his heart your calloused hand
There is nothing romantic about a coward
Mama would you tuck me in
one last time?
Forgive me
I know, I know
The dignity that flees
The fear that whispers
   You're mine
You're     mine