Cherie

Is water in your blood, in this house of whispers, does it do any good, places you might claim, don't need a chorus, blossom along the freeway, Oh you're misunderstood, not for you my bonus, be prepared for trouble, hire another brain, tunnel what time insists, laughter follows pain, maybe you need a tug, sail away without a ship, when your dreams are dust, search for love again, tread the middle distance, never bow to shame. balance on the tidal flood, ride above the fuss, go beyond the crumbs, plenty is in all of us.