Danitza Two

We snatch at desperate news, set a passage clear, nothing else will do, carry heartache home, it might cost us dear, we drag it all alone, nothing left to rue, a course of different years, no one thought we knew, if this makes you groan, think what else you fear, no matter who telephones, there’ll be other rules, to bring our vision near, golden domes unused, take another loan, put perfume on our ears, on such paths we're torn, slake our need for fuel, we’ll ride the bitter jeers, no need to be cruel, prayers instead of tears.