• Sunday morning waited with a trash bag,
    Filled with a hundred bucks and empty promises,
    A post-it note and an empty room,
    The only sign of the Exodus.

    A land of Milk and Honey was her hope,
    A land of Drugs and Rape, her destination,
    Yet Temptation lured her in with promise,
    But Temptation is a Liar.

    Sweet as a rose, she was,
    Sharper than thorns, she was,
    Ever so desperate,
    She swallowed her dignity,
    Just to spit it out again

    A land of Milk and Honey was her hope,
    A land of Drugs and Rape, her destination,
    Yet Temptation lured her in with promise,
    But Temptation is a Liar.

    She coughed up her pride for petty cash,
    Her innocence, never to come back,
    She wished for that Sunday morning,
    That Sunday morning,
    To come back.,
    Please come back

    Sunday morning waited with a grave,
    Filled with the Rose that fell away,
    The note in her empty room,
    They stayed.