Fara

She worries about her years, and wonders about her sleep, certain steps could bring tears, they say she feels alone, but know she's not cheap, dreams of coming home, every prayer masks her fears, raised each night to release, the bar makes things clear, terrible singers hard tones, clinging to each night's conceit, doesn't make her a crone, when morning clouds sheer, there's a need to keep, the bedroom closed on snores, her bath runs like a weir, a holy place that keeps, a strong heart beat, everything's so dear.