Bella

When we begin to rave, you dance up and cry, give me lands far away, a lonely path alone, not having a light, a dark place from home, we sit out the fray, anchors hold us tight, ride the tide and wait, try to keep the strong, better than to cry, soon we’ll soon be gone, not just on holiday, so let us not fight, find reasons and fly, our horizon honed, lead us from this night, safe within our bones, there'll be no stain, the moon's our right, bound to bring good days, alive to the fire.