Winona

Bring me a sweet sign, in darkness of grain blue, my eyes need this flight, sing to me I moan, in this place of virtue, no one dies alone, we'll sail among the isles, our brightly lit fuse, makes prayer of our lives, steer an even course, funeled by sweet perfume, caressing all we know, you are my shining light, more than any muse. only we decide, when we’re growing old, age will bring us fuel, solace lives on hold, bells ring out the night, our journey fires the truth, laughter tells us why, joy is in our moon.