Kaira

The track is midnight blue, her smile doesn’t show, what has been refused, strangled by swaying men, she'll flash a lovely No, a dancing smile at best, she isn’t looking to choose, to take their tales and blow, the sorrowed lands of truth, that smile is the test, a young woman free to bestow, love on a journey’s crest, the train’s and its crew, ascend by mountain furrow, outside she sees the moon, and warms herself at rest, snow outside the window, she knows failure or success, love won’t make her yellow.