Rowan

She taps on the bar, sees the morning rise, hits the highway burning tar, who needs her eyes . she knows what’s right, another line of her disguise , will just carry on, everyone says last night, but no one hears a sound, ask her to wait a while, if you could see the fright, that blinds her smile, they howl in ancient parts, time weighs heavy at night, wait for dawn to start, would you have the time, to say it’ll be alright, stop before she rides, make her see the light ?