Alana

A smile on my face, says we’ll carry on, can’t turn away, a horizon once bright, we tread over bones, like a desert at night, maybe take a train, like a love that's gone, might come around again, the picture's not kind, I could cry but won't, my place to make light, it might work out okay, he’ll never understand, the price that's to pay, within a city's sight, there's hardly a sound, under this Spring sky, a time to reshape, not tied to false hope, there’s nothing to gain, by going alone.