Mother of all sins,

Beirut, oh Beirut...

Updated Memories of that woman
Constant reminders of The Woman

that lady who haunts your days,
that lady who wants your nights,

fool enough you try to ignore,
desperate enough you wish to escape,

but then,
on every other morning,
when a sun shines through the blinds of all bedrooms,
you wake up,

in her bed, by her sleepy head.

[...] and round and round you go