Sal

You call this news, on these troubled nights, as if you knew, fire burns in the grate, don't tell us how to cry, those you leave too late, the different crews, hanging on the line, they loved you too, if it’s real or fake, something deep inside, makes them call your name, it’s time you fool, to sing with the tide, they care for you, no matter what you take, however, you may sigh, love is not your cake, whole worlds sing anew, rain clouds furl the sky, there are no easy dues, wherever you choose to lie.