Deborah

Drunk enough to ask why, accept she's been chosen, before you deny, laugh at all her crazes, what she tries to provoke, with stupid phrases, sing instead her favourite lines, our time goes by unspoken, accept the heaven's cry. outside of your praises, neither shrink nor coax, those wonderful days, at the grave in time, to verify love's soaking, a cloud sails the sky, what settles on your faces, laugh at these cold bones, before you blow the traces, a flower at your side, just some little token, more than any pride, run from being broken. ,