Yana

We live or die in here, the first one offers wine, others circle near, bereft of drama intense stars, our dreams reach high, the journey’s never are, the moonshine here, is lit with troubled light, no one hides their fear, somewhere there's a mark, another wonders why, we resist such happy starts, bitter lemon tears, soak the lonely night, dabger's lurking near, forget our shining cars, they won’t hear us sigh, we wait before the arc, walls of fire and ice.