Yana

What it is to fly, within a screaming gale, no use trying to tie, down on my bones, I never look for fame, wonder at myself alone, studying a time, when everything fails, I search for style, it's hard to atone, when sometimes there's shame, contrition drags us home, flip a coin study sky, talk of finding sail, I always enjoy a cry, sip wine from broken cones, discard desolate mail, throw stones at our ghosts, nothing's worse than jail, time forsakes the while, catch us on the trail, how brightly we smile.