Fadila

Strumpet times measured in years, are going to be different lady, how we got to spill our tears, nothing here to divine, why we leave the city by train, through long journeys of night, Sorrow is not our gear, we accept it this way, but just bail out of here, ease of love keeps us high, this is not what we trade, don't confuse that other time, shows us what not to fear, no need to feel ashamed, by some troubled busted queers, tell me to steer well clear, not to go money crazy, remind me of Aquinas dear, heal my wounds,find a way.