Isabella Rose

Wrinkled years
On my mother's
Hands
Broken bones
In my nephew's
Legs
Countless tears
In my daughter's
Eyes
cnd the way she
Told the lies

Isabella,
Isabella Rose
On the other side
Of the rope

Isabella,
Isabella Rose
Does it matter?
It's over

Restless body
In the morning clouds
Same old thoughts
Collecting doubts

Late night martyrs
ct the Uptown Lounge
I'm going back
Where tomorrow counts

Isabella,
Isabella Rose
On the other side
Of the rope