Liv

You don’t need to cry, within a screaming gale, when others ask you why, look at the stones, you never fail, if you find yourself alone, studying the times, life’s a trial, you always find the style, can you atone, when lovers wail, and darkness marks your home, flip a coin see the sky, think of road and rail, best to leave this way, drink wine from broken cones, discard desolate mail, throw weeping hosts a bone, can’t be worse than Jail, laughing at your file, you’ll hit the trail, dance the lonely miles.