Bianca

Now you've left home, they say it's your time, but where has it gone, you used to believe, everything's fine, better when you leave, tears lachrymose, are now not so kind, far down the road, jokes once your repartee, as a way to unwind, float cold on the street, wake to see what's done, achieve peace of mind, carry the pretty stones, rain starts to ease, there's light in the sky, it brightens the sea, fix a drink with Coke, sharper than wine, put on your coat, not yet gone Nine.