On her way home she starts to cryThis feeling, though fleetingGets worse each timeIt can't be blamedFor tryingA gentle warningPay no mindAll her wantingWas met with silence.She can't be blamedFor trying.In a bedroomOf pine and grizzleIt's her home nowIt's home nowHomeStrength is a weakness sometimesI'd comfort her if I couldBut I don't know howYou can't be blamedFor trying