2020.10.15.
Lost place
Gold covered cupolasAnd a young kid, a novice, burns leaves
I will pray for those who wait in shackles,
I will run to my friend for a moment,
I will toss bread to the birds,
I will drink to the place, lost to the people.
Chorus:
There by the perimeter lights burn,
And a solitary guitar plays.
Bullfinches will not fly there in the winter,
Crows are there.
There by the perimeter lights burn,
And a solitary guitar plays.
Bullfinches will not fly there in the winter,
Crows are there.
The towers are covered in forged iron bars,
Wire coils on the fence.
I will pray for those, for whom prison is home.
The camps’ hope is ablaze,
A couple’s hut for a conjugal date
I will drink for the melancholy and sorrow in them.
Chorus:
There by the perimeter lights burn,
And a solitary guitar plays.
Bullfinches will not fly there in the winter,
Crows are there.
There by the perimeter lights burn,
And a solitary guitar plays.
Bullfinches will not fly there in the winter,
Crows are there.
Gold covered cupolas
And a young man burns leaves.
I will pray for those who wait in shackles,
I will run to my friend for a moment,
I will toss bread to the birds,
I will drink to the place, lost to the people.
Chorus:
There by the perimeter lights burn,
And a solitary guitar plays.
Bullfinches will not fly there in the winter,
Crows are there.
There by the perimeter lights burn,
And a solitary guitar plays.
Bullfinches will not fly there in the winter,
Crows are there.
There by the perimeter lights burn,
And a solitary guitar plays.
Bullfinches will not fly there in the winter,
Crows are there.
There by the perimeter lights burn,
And a solitary guitar plays.
Bullfinches will not fly there in the winter,
Crows are there.