Sarah

It's quiet here now, after years of the need, my face smooth as stone, I still see the grave, where praise be, his soul is saved, we arrived on the brow, to this new territory, why only He knows, grant me the days, where I can act carefree, not hemmed in by prelates , men with barren tones, say have one on me, cry on my shoulder, plead for a stay, they’re here for a reason, to me it’s the same, in the blue dawn, bells ring exclusively, I make my way home, over there is the sea.