Yaretzi

Paraded all the while, when you hit the trail, you wave that last mile, in your bones, you don't need to say, it's hard being alone, you left me here to cry, searching for that holy grail, walking away all the time, you can't atone, when love forever fails, making this country your own, flip a coin see the sky, will you risk the jail, border crossings have no style, drink wine from a jeraboam, curse some desolate mail, throw stones at my ghost, what it means to try, or even to create, you don't have to lie, its me who looks away.