Jack

Who will break the news, struggling to escape, all the stuff you blew, no horizon's bright, if you feel the strain, and you always fight, to make life a curfew, frightened of the waves, don’t know who to turn to, it’s nearly time, hear a donkey bray, you sit by the fire, before the sunrise’s due, tears seep away, no one can reach you, ever wondered why, people pine for the day, it beats long silent nights, if your moment’s true, you will find a way, rain falls on the roof, it’ll be OK.