Petra Four

A cold wind blows, it stokes my fear, who remains in the know, pearl doves arc above, where else is clear, so far away from love, give money for school clothes, everything’s so dear, there are no bad ones, sail with those who live, fresh linen ups the gear, always makes them give, is my vision slow, you need to be clear, we are never alone, blown across the bluffs, don't worry who comes near, someone will look after us, wear long coats to show, summer comes each year, try to touch the soul, with shiny frozen tears.