Yesley

When bells ring out the night, I'll make my mark, like a song beseeches why, the goal’s within sight, a warm embrace by dark, give me your sweet sign, dusk falls in green light, our lives over the bar, say we won't ever fight, an American asks why, lovers love in cars, seek audiences world wide, dancers whose fame decides, if the prize's too far, on many a famous night, singing scenes of pure delight, a smoky voice like tar, swells my appetite, there maybe no second lives, but home is my spark, a woman who knows her rights, what a lucky star.