May Our Daughters Return Home

In this city of dead women
Breezes blow subdued
People run from the night stalker
Hiding sordid truths
May our daughters return home
May our daughters return home
It’s cold in the desert
Pink crosses fly
Advertising the absence
Of a young girl’s life
Pale hearts and quiet bodies
Mothers fight and cry
No-one told you
But they are all our daughters too