Zara

Do we know how to give, or need a fresh climate, learning to love, what about this crew, with all their surly trials, sailing beneath spring’s moon, no one lets it slip, knowing when’s the time, to spin a song adrift, as if we all knew, what's wrong with life, instead of getting a grip , maybe it’s not our gift, even if the time is right, to live unencumbered, wait upon piles of blue, wail if money's tight, whenever is it ever true, we can fly like kites?