Anya

Since you've been away, we don't know what to do, but each night pray, break the wall of stone, say it’s right for you, everyone hates you gone, doesn’t have to be this way, hear you sing of love, we’ve nothing more to say, said you had to go, stamp out the fool, head a bag of marbles, our lives turn to grey, drink will be our ruin, all the eaten cake, consumed within your roam, you've little need of truth, except that in your womb, hear your song of praise, see the creep of moon, new horizons are great, let us sing their due.