Xanthe

Some mornings I ask why, can we ever atone, pale before children’s eyes, could well be too far, for all my crowing, no answer's at the bar, they eat within my sight, wind runs black and cold, you’re never here by rights, if it's them or big cars, you better lose the show, rage while I stay calm, looking for another fight, am weary of your moans, no love is withou light, if there is another war, and you are still at home, see what you're taking on, trugh is at home tonight, it strains our yellow bones, look upto the sky awhile, hold the fire for now.