Faisa Two

Cold blue slate, hides your bones, you who always arrived late, I give money to schools, you had no phone, but smiled like a fool, why try to engage, with someone that gone, all that baggage, who needed proof, when you sat and moaned, said I'll show you, there are few sophisticate, blown on weather zones, who'd rescue your case, they say you swooned, let everything blow, when they locked the room, I’ll cheat that fate, wear summer clothes, find gold in the grate, honour your soul.