you drag your tiger�s paw acrossnyour chapped & cracking lips,nand open up a crimson slurnyou spread each time you kiss.nnthe broken boy you bargain withnto turn back to the mannthat you fell in love with oncenbut never saw again.nis he in there? do you think he drowned to death?nwell it's his decision to show his face again.nnyou grind your tired teethn& curse the day that you were bornnto a sunken line of Irish wives a million miles long,ndevoted to the suffering they're certain they deserve.na husband�s a cross to bear,nworry lines & a silver string of hairncome too early, come to steal your sainted youth..nwell it's your decision to stay or else to move.nn& I'm not a man of faith, no gospel oak for me,nbut you wear a crucifix to broadcast your beliefs,nand the god I've read about can't go where he's not asked to go.nnso you've got a choice to make:nshut him out, save yourself, or sit and wait.nbut you're waiting on a man who will not move.nso you must move for him and do what he can't do.nncause it�s worth it, that�s the one life you can change,nand I'm sorry sister, but it has to end this way.nyea, it�s scary sister, but tomorrow�s just too late.nnso stand up sister,nthere�s an albatross to shake.