Fabaya

How will we ever know, listening to the rain, the life we can't condone, to take us out of time, rub away the early gains, drink a glass of wine, see the winter's snow, and maybe hear again, long nights of the blow, a sound of broken chimes, days turning grey, fleeing before the wise, red flags at danger tow, should we see the waves, rolling to atone, the ferment of living alone, it's always hard to say, fear is like a crow, better that you praise.