Zena

Go on then be free, you're only skin and bone, who am I to relieve, or demand what to say, sing the song I own, along this brief highway, a taste bittersweet, penetrates my soul, floats it on the breeze, who are you to state, the only pain is home, when you're in the fray, you smell of the sea, no human need to groan, against a rock of eternity, sing as you pray, console with those you own, no house makes you pay, call on time to leave, don't really want to know, is it you who believes, I walk away on stones?