Father Lucifer, You Never Looked So Sane.

It's [a Miscarriage] All Very Thief-in-the-night. No One Really Knows What To Say. You Go Into The Emergency Room, You Think You're Going To Be A Mum And You Walk Out Empty. It's All Neat And Tidy, There's This Potential Being In Your Life And You're Empty - All Cleaned Up And Put Back Together, But Completely Shattered.

The Last Thing I Want To Be Known As Is 'the Girl Who Got Raped'. The Big Turn Around You Make In Your Head Is From Victim To Survivor.

Nothing's Gonna Stop Me From Floating

If You Are A Nurturing Mother, And A Good One, You Can Go To Play Groups, Sit On The Floor And Play All The Games, And Have Tea With The Other Mothers, But Wouldn't You Like To Think That's Not All There Is? That You Haven't Hung Up Your High Heels Without Knowing How To Walk In Them?

You Don't Know The Power That You Have With That Tear In Your Hand