Quita

Do you welcome your hosts, with a sad eyed gaze, and beautiful soul, it sifts through your bones, within all your ways, unseeing that you're alone, others chase ghosts, for some kingdom unnamed, you're simply broke, for one who's atoned, you'd gamble everything, to stay off the Horse, like a daughter brought home, you’ll marry what remains, even if cloned, drunk at the bus place, you ask for a smoke, no longer the Queen, in your white robes.