Mel

I throw away the years, every life is dust, the laughs and happy tears, no one wears a crown, for those you never trust, along these Ocean towns, I arrive like the deer, with a smell of musk, withstand all their leers, hidebound, spinning pennies in the dust, I always hold my ground, what brings me here, shielding from their lust, a woman crystal clear, no matter what the harm, except the fact she's bust, but never down, blow flames across my fears, share bad jokes and butts, pray for those who disappear, somehow I’m a must.