Ruby

In here it's live or die, the first one circles near, you have no time to cry, lonely as your bones, you cannot allow the fear, even if you are alone, a knife the only birth right, lemon tart are tears, no matter where the fight, what you easily know, when the dance comes near, are things you cannot show, there is a pull of tides, stars shine bright and clear, before the whisper good night, what gives death the right, to pray for previous years, make the walls this life, a creep of futile tears ?