RUTH
The cancer ate her body, while her body ate the pill
No answer, it has got me, probably, hot as in Brazil
A goddess in her still, but the chemo keep her frail,
Modest, she is jobless, she know honesty prevail
Astonished by her tale, she is broken and abused,
Admonished, in exhale, details spoken and confused
Chokin’, she excused, cuz she’s copin’ with the truth
Once openly refused, she ain’t hopin’, she is Ruth.
She loved a life of lovers, but her lover’s love she lacked
An un-beloved wife and mother, her love is still intact
In fact it’s real as lovers’ say, as real as real could be,
No visitors this Mother’s Day, surreal, she deals with me;
A spirit of devine, or a devil of a spirit?
She hear it in her mind, she don’t tremble, she don’t fear it,
I am the one to pull the curtain, certainly the truth
Her time has come, I end the hurtin’, certainly for Ruth.
