Natalia

We live or die in here, the first one offers wine, others circle near, bereft of dreams lonely stars, our debts are high, the journey’s never are, moon bright clifftops shear, lit by hidden lights, who can hide their fear, someone makes a mark, another wonders why, it beats in unhappy hearts, ice as bright as tears, chill our ghostly ride, danger is forever near, forget their shining cars, they don’t see us cry, before we approach the Arc, we will cost them dear, deprived us of our rights, cool, considered, clear, we aim our fire.