Fila

Holy fools are coming near, who are they to care, what we class as dear, nothing here to ask, only what they've heard, long journeys at the mast, sorrow is not our fear, freedom's for the birds, just a way out of here, our love comes by cask, not what we share, fuelled by other rats, we'll work at debts to clear, often on the third, or some other troubled year, tell us how to steer, the way to find a cure, remind us of Aquinas's tears, innocence and myrrh.