Sola

You made that journey, i still lie prostrate, at your feet, from a nightmare scene, only eyes betray your rage, over bread, wine and tea, down fallen streets, you walk serious and staid, the last to be mean, i'm sitting on my heels, but your song still creates, those years of struggled feelings, you danced a treat, around what was our fate, only place left the sea, and what of me, whose hurt still resonates, the person you see, nothing to what you faced.