Danitza

We snatch at desperate news, set a passage clear, nothing else will do, carry heartache home, it might cost us dear, we drag it all alone, nothing left to rue, a course of different years, no one thought we knew, if this makes you groan, think what else you fear, no matter what the tone, there’ll be other rules, to bring our vision near, golden domes unused, take another loan, put perfume on our ears, on such paths we're torn, slake our need for fuel, say prayers instead of tears, no need to be cruel, we ride the bitter jeers.