Sarah

It's quiet here now, after years of his need, my face smooth as stone, I still see the grave, where praise be, his soul is saved, we arrived in the snow, to this new territory, God only knows, grant me the days, where I act carefree, not confined by intestates, men with barren tones, say have a drink on me, cry on my shoulder, they plead for a stay, at this house of reason, to laugh is no shame, in the blue dawn, bells ring excessively, I make my way home, beyond is the sea