Clara

CLARA words and music by Karyn Oliver

There is no need
For anger now still it bubbles up
Breaks free
You lash out we calm you with our drugs

Fury fades
You see it from a distance, it’s not you
Eighty-eight
Still you find it hard to face the truth

Clara
You’re living out your Mother’s legacy
Clara
Handed down like switches from a tree

People stop
Visit Marianne from noon to three
Your kids won’t come
You hear the whisper “How could they be so mean?”

But you know why
There’ll be no child beside you when you die
Inside you cry
Pray to be the last one on the line

Clara
You’re living out your Mother’s legacy
Clara
Handed down like switches from a tree