Corys Three

When bells ring out the night, will you make your mark, like a song beseeches why, the land’s within sight, a warm embrace by dark, gives me your sweet sign, dusk falls in green light, our lives leap near the Bar, say you not a Sprite, when Americans fight, hold lovers in their arms, or on mountains bikes, your Diva's fame declines, the price near or far, from many a famous night, like a sea of pure delight, your smile cuts through tar, beams like a searchlight, you left a family’s side, but sing like a Lark, a woman who knows her rights, and hangs by the stars.