Yelena

Songs are only half true, when you smell the Limes, on a windblown avenue, invent what you don’t know, forget the tunes that bind, feel them in your bones, try to stay aloof, sing about what’s right, give no one a clue, you’re not alone, these desolate nights, let others bellow, don’t rage and argue, it’s not a crime, wood fire will warm you, when the kids phone, in the cold evening light, tell them to keep going, just be kind.