Gabriella

Tell me, tell me why, they teat me like a seer, my lips dissolve their cries, who says to run clear, call for stolen rights, demand a veil of tears, i am a beautiful sight, candles raise their fears, bells ring for the night, joy is my sole conceit, ask the proud engineer, fresh from golden sleep, a woman of dreams, I walk these city streets, they scream desolate screams, will they ring my feet, slash or burn my ears, there's no need to entreat, they love orators here.