Yolanda

A cold wind blows, it stokes a fear, suddenly in the shining snow, pearl doves arch above, nothing else comes near, their blazing breasts of love, shimmer on my work clothes, my smile is not dear, there are no bad tones, singing along my weather front, even if I do like beer, fly to those who give, their vision blown, I need to be gone, a lifetime left to moan, I have the will to shove, that barrel of heartless cheer, somewhere down the road, I wear lipstick now you know, love these killer years, a woman from stern to bow, let me make it clear.