Una

Who will break the news, struggling to escape, tell of stuff you blew, no horizon's so bright, if your mark’s a stain, hiding from the light, why make life a curfew, frightened of such waves, know what they can do, it’s nearly the time, to hear a donkey bray, you gaze at the fire, sunrise surrounds you, let tears fall away, accept one bitter truth, from this land of sighs, don't pine for the day, on long silent nights, it will be OK.