Anna

When we begin to crave, you glance up and sigh, for lands far away, it's a lonely path alone, not having a light, an Iliad far from home, we sit out the fray, anchors hold the bite, ride the tide and wait, listen to the songs, it’s better than to cry, soon we’ll soon be gone, not just on holiday, so let us not fight, find reasons more to say, our horizon’s honed, lead us from this café’, safe in our bones, there'll be no stain, the moon is our right, it will bring good days, warm easy nights.