Maya

You wonder why i pray, with kids like these, they'd make you snort cocaine, run a bath with foam, the giving is your deed, our loving isn't done, I hold your face, forget the disease, catch horizons in the rain, in the wind and stones, help them find their feet, assist their journey home, guide me through these days, make my troubles ease, withstand the fray, each part of my bones, becomes suddenly free, now we're alone, d'you remember the forays, our trips to the sea, a scrimp for those holidays, our dance of Thebes ?