Oakley

I flush away the years, every age has its crust, in laughs or shiny tears, no life is too short, for ones that you trust, it's our toil of water, to run like the deer, carry a hint of musk, drink in bars truth near, know what's been taught, don't lie in the dust, when you feel overawed, what brought me here, on this tidal flood, once felt so sincere, no one except the Court, hides the fact am bust, despite costs they sought, blow flame across my fear, bring me all the luck, hope before I disappear, to risk again in love.